All of us together, pretending to be happy, are what we appear to be.
Fiction
Kalashnikov, Resurrected
Everywhere life returns to the Earth; everywhere there is romance and love and intercourse. And so I throw myself into it, with abandon, with all that I have. I have crossed the Lubicon, shouting, “Alea ejecta est!”
Why Do We Dream?
They did not ask for the journey, and we don’t want to know too much about it, but they return holding a marvellous gem that they alone can explain. A gem from a dream of the departed who haunt them. A dream not of the day but of the relentless, interminable day. A fascinating gem that I do not want to ever hold.
Mr Htimsbackwards
Mr Htimsbackwards, my friend, perhaps even my conscience, perhaps my only friend and my only conscience, perhaps my soul, or myself even, perhaps. On a friday, or a monday. In any case, upon a day of the week. Your choice,… Read More ›
Who Are You: Podcast 74
• Week of 02.01.2017 Honest Ed’s | Joseph Boyden | Mark Twain on Wearing White in Winter | Mr. Triplespeak | Streamlining the Intelligence Services | Drews Reviews: Money The Roundtable Podcast 74 * Please note that in this podcast… Read More ›
They Have Begun to Drain the Swamp!
The man who drains the swamp in metaphorical reality goes to Washington and amasses money and power.
Kalashnikov’s Umbrella
I have been summoned by the President-elect, Mr. Crusher. He wishes to speak to me of peace. Not only of peace, but of war. And not only of peace and of war, but of the Middle East. You see, Mr. Crusher believes that he can bring peace to the Middle East.
The Ghost of Presidents Future
Mr. George W. Bush furrows his brow, rests his chin in hand. As he floats in the air, his tapping foot touches nothing.
“I was supposed to say something to you about starting World War III. You know, to do it, or to don’t do it. It’s either good or evil, World War III. ”
“So true. I haven’t made up my mind yet, to be honest. Some days I’m leaning one way, other days—.”
The End of the World
How does it end? they ask, because I have seen the future. I alone have seen it, not in a dream or a vision but in math.
The President’s Spokesperson Speaks
All you need to understand is that we are going to make America great again. Great is a word, and it is a spirit. Yes, I am saying spirit again. I did say it, it’s no contradiction on my part to have said I didn’t ever say it, for when I said hope I was saying spirit, and when I was saying spirit I was saying hope.
America: Open for Business
“America,” says the Orange Crusher. “What a wonderful place!” He will sleep well tonight. He will dream a tremendous dream. And soon that dream will become reality.
Triumph
I am [ ] : the blank space a provision for contingency, perhaps it is exigencies. I know words, there are many words, the best words. Hiccius doccius.
Once the Indians
The year is 2020 and Indians, as they were known, have been extinct in Canada for a century. Nor are there official provisions for memorial, commemoration, or retrospective, nor even a nation’s momentary reflection. The Indians have been written out… Read More ›
A New Dawn (pt. 1)
In the beginning the mouth the tongue in trough formation wet pressing to palate pinching at the pill a pharyngeal propellation with proprioceptive reflex viz contraction of orbicularis oris and adduction of labia yielding the involuntary spasms of peristalsis the… Read More ›
Mr. Twoskies Goes to Ottawa
“A dynasty in the making” was the headline on the day Mr. Twoskies gave his speech of acceptance in the House of Commons. Billy, the father of Mr. Tim Twoskies, had been a politician also, presiding over the affairs of… Read More ›
