Creative

Ingmar Bergman only made one movie. It was around 153 hours long. Some parts were better than others.

Most people have not only drank the kool-aid, they have mixed it with the sexual secretions of their brood and spread it all over their writhing bodies, infiltrating their every crease, crevice and orifice, boring out their insides until they are but a husk with only enough moisture to drool in dependent, delicious rapture.

I met a man from the future once. He seemed to think that he was better than me because I am from this primitive culture. I asked him, “What’s so great about your culture?” He said, “Our technological advances would blow your tiny mind. We can transfer our consciousness from vessel to vessel. This isn’t […]

Of free will…my thoughts argue against and prove it true…my actions for and false…all a pleasure…to what may be…the senses.