Harold enjoys a normal morning walking through the city. From the memories in his pockets to the great hole on the horizon, it’s business as usual as far as he can tell.
Category: Nonsense
What Do You Eat for Breakfast on Quiet Mornings?
What do you eat for breakfast on those quiet mornings? You know, the ones where everything is falling irrevocably, impossibly apart?
A Simple Cleansing of the Palate
How to get the taste of stale corporatism out of your mouth: write absolute, chaotic, unrestrained nonsense.
Flailing Around in the Dark
To the question of how do we know that we know what we know, the only reliable answer is, “Who knows?”
The Horror of a Shirt’s Existence
People are like shirts. But only sort of.
Burble Burble Burble
The title of this post is longer than the actual content. If you can believe that. We won’t even discuss the meta description…
Speculation on How to Fit a Lizard in Your Nose
Exactly what the title says it is. It’s speculation on how to fit a lizard in your nose.
When You Turn Your Brain Upside Down
The contents of your brain become clear when you dump them out on the floor. It may depend on whether your floor is carpet or hardwood, though.
I Have Seen Worlds Wash Away
Worlds wash away, the depths howl with delight, stars are born and die, and whole galaxies topple like children’s toys. Also, an obscure Chilean literature reference.
Going Stir Crazy
When you go stir crazy, how do you stir crazy? With a spoon? Or a spork? Or maybe a goat leg?