“I’m not real, Calvin.” “Yes you are.” “I’ve been trying to tell you for 20 years, but you wouldn’t listen.” “You’re lying.” “Why would I be?” “If you imagine for even a moment that I’ve been oblivious to you making eyes at Snoopy in the column next door, you’re stupid Hobbes.” “You know I had […]Read More Calvin and Hobbes
1. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I still can’t play for the other team, woman, Are you fucking kidding me? I have to make a girl fall in love with me? Like it isn’t enough that the stupid witch woman tried to seduce me and blew the roof off with her angry magic when […]Read More Beauty and the Beef
I know just how this is going to end. Why won’t you stop? I am tired of waking up sprawled all over your bathroom floor, In a strange public toilet, or behind the dumpster. I am tired of having my idiosyncrasies blamed for your reckless behavior, Of people having to avoid me because of […]Read More First glass.
How can I forget the night when Hool the Scettlefrotch mottered into our garage? It was the night that changed my life forever. I had already been having a miserable year, and did not think it possible that things could get worse. But boy, was I in for a surprise. Hool. I wished I’d never […]Read More Casper the friendly Dhost
Let me tell you my side of the story. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why a 50 year old professor is stretched out spread-eagle on my floor. If you knew the man at any point in your life, you’re probably looking at me with unmasked indignation. How could anyone do such a thing […]Read More
When the moon wanes, I reach after it gleefully. When it blooms, I shy away, repulsed. And so it goes on, The circle of this life. An escapable illusion Harping on the monkey mind. I wonder if we aren’t all just ghosts in our wordly existence Flying around obliviously unhappy in circles of indestructible, undying […]Read More The circle of life
How I’ve changed might not be apparent I limp. Mistakes are more permanent than I would allow myself to think. The things I carry with myself now are few, Guilt, fear and yet, a desperate dream to watch your eyes twinkle. I watch you struggling like a deer caught in the headlights Blinded by the […]Read More Doorway to healing
If on a lonely night, the eagles come for me, down on the mountainsides, away from the seven seas, I’ll be sure to tell them my dreams, let them in, tell them my dreams, let them sing all the words that I never knew. I’ll tell them about the time I died from within, forgetting […]Read More Sweven
The poor suffer because of their poverty. The rich suffer because of their riches. The ones without a family suffer because of the lack of one. The ones with a family suffer because of them. The singles suffer without someone to call theirs. The ones with someone to call theirs, suffer because of them. The […]Read More Suffering isn’t all that bad.
Meet Squirrel no.1. I met him only last afternoon while lazing around on my terrace, pen in mouth, staring into nothing in particular and waiting for inspiration to hit. My paraphernalia lay abandoned as the tiny guy caught my eye and I decided to pursue him. Careful as to not scare him off, I stood […]Read More Life in the eyes of a rodent