Broken biscuits: Will I ever think again?
By Stephen Sheehan My sons broken biscuit that made him cry, 2024. I have only ever known to think. It is hard to imagine that I will not...
Broken biscuits: Will I ever think again?
Do you really want to fuck war?
Leaving my coat behind.
The misadventure in paradise was the first consequence.
At what age do you wait to die?
Down the rabbit hole.
In the void there is peace.
The illusion as reality.
The tangerine I am devouring is you. You are dead before you are born.
I thought I was fat then, but I am definitely fatter now.
The man who kicked the cat was an alcoholic.
Who are you? Who am I?
Inside Liberty
Without ambiguity, we will suffer intellectual death.