Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

This quote just LAID MY FATASS OUT. I offer up to both it and Mr. Hitchens the greatest accolade I am able: GODDAMN, I WISH I’D WRITTEN THAT. “Death will happen to all of us. At some point you get … Continue reading →

“What can be asserted without proof, can be dismissed without proof.” — That DELIGHTFULLY DEAD-ON (and now, unfortunately, DEAD) antitheist Christopher Hitchens, 1949-2011

Regarding the late Mr. Hitchens: Make no mistake…there is a LOT of what he wrote with which I vehemently disagree — but GODDAMNIT, I admire and even envy the FEROCIOUS FREEDOM with which he wrote it. He was FEARLESS — … Continue reading →

Though I don’t partake myself, I am totally and completely down with the expansion of one’s consciousness through the use of hallucinogenic substances. Furthermore, I would guess that a rather large percentage of the art, music, and film that has … Continue reading →

Perhaps it’s just having the mindset of a writer that makes it so — always humming, murmuring, thinking, mulling over potential titles and monikers — but I have always, even when I was a little girl, been preoccupied with names. … Continue reading →

I knit. Incessantly. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly. Unapologetically. I make scarves for those I love — and they are always either named, themed, or both, and they always bear a single vintage button on one end, which is wooed, pursued, and specially … Continue reading →

Knitter PLEASE. Fuck this guy. He’s strictly a goddamned amateur. GETTIN’ STRUNG OUT ON CRYSTAL AND EATIN’ SOME SERIOUS PUSSY IS JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY NIGHT FOR THE DEBAUCHEROUS JACKALS WITH WHICH I HANG.

“Religion was invented when the first con-man met the first fool.” – Mark Twain

As an oddly sensitive and highly observant little working class girl from Fresno — who regularly saw sounds and heard the silent souls of others — I always knew I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I … Continue reading →

There have only been three performers in my life throughout whose entire live show I bawled my eyes out from beginning to end and could not stop. FROM BEGINNING TO END: Mr. Ray Davies. Miss Barbra Streisand. and Mx. Justin … Continue reading →