This is the moment World Championship Wrestling fans have been waiting so long for. Tonight’s title match between ‘Brute’ Critical Thinking and Mr ‘Wham Bam’ Metaphysic will decide once and for all who the ‘honest to god’ world wrestling champion should be. ‘Brute’ or ‘Wham Bam’ – the world of wrestling just isn’t big enough […]Read more "‘Brute’ Critical Thinking vs. ‘Mr Wham Bam’ Metaphysic – A narrative of a WCW title fight held at Madison Square Garden, November 9, 1989"
A young woman by the name of Euphosyne, even though by the fate of having Asperger’s Syndrome she cannot see humor in anything, is nonetheless happy. That is by her singular admission. And she is adamant about it. She has to be because she lives in a society, which in the past having been liberal […]Read more "Euphosyne’s Task"
A Pilgrimage through Carnage At a short distance from The Town on Hooke Sea in a concealed humidi-home, a social conciliator, revered for his impartiality, is passing his day off in pleasant solitude and quiet comfort. The surrounding Red Planet inhabitants, so that they might profit from his wisdom, have brought him today’s surplus provisions […]Read more "Three Flash Stories"
After she had emptied her bowels over his masked face, and he had masturbated himself to orgasm, there is this regular silence. And for a time he lies naked, completely still. His face is covered with death, his stomach covered with life. He does not move. She remains squatting over him. Her stench matches his. […]Read more "ThE ArT OF SOUL SPLITTING or ThE DOMINATRIX, ThE CATHOLIC PRIEST, AnD ThE VIRGIN MARY"
Blessed Are They There is much blood and gore At the Festival of Death and Rebirth Divinely inspired And celebrated one day of the year; And the orgy Spiritualizes priests and worshippers For the carnage is energetic And the savagery eternal. And seeing the crowds, an atheist went up on the mountain, and […]Read more "Madonnas of the Western World and other 100 word vignettes"
How it is that a quite ordinary man, his name being Jack, finds one morning that his body’s extremities, the arches of his feet, the palms of his hands, and his forehead just below his hairline, bear open wounds crudely encircled by thin burn lines, all of which he has no recollection of receiving? No […]Read more "His Stigmata"
In Need Indeed A handsome man Calling himself the God Invitro Lured childless women To his suburban house To seduce them, And any that begat children Would worship him And talk of him at Tupperware parties. And later he went into the wilderness and in a quiet space he took a flat stone […]Read more "Too Old To Rock And Roll, Old Enough To Die and other 100 word vignettes"