by Jason T. Kocher October 30th, 2009 Creative » Writing »
Should my body ever expire, I desire a quite public viewing of my nude remains as a reminder to all in attendance what frail meat we are, but for my right foot which will be revealed to have been constructed of the most exquisite diamond. And even I, in my new robot body will be […]
by Jason T. Kocher May 25th, 2009 Culture » Sounds » Creative » Writing »
The Swedish disco megaband ABBA – and I don’t use the term megaband lightly – was our future. Do not mistake me. I am not purporting that in the future we will resemble ABBA. No, no. ABBA was our future. It already happened. We missed it. We have no future. Fuck. But wait…do not yet […]
by Jason T. Kocher April 16th, 2009 Creative » Writing »
Clearly…a butter lamb… The Book of Me on Easter 2009 translated through a warbly rough Vox Continental. I awoke that morning…to find the rock rolled away from the entrance to the cave, and my lord Jesus Christ naked, smeared with mud…leaves twisted into bunny ears on top of his head…a half-crazed, half-pained look in his […]
by Jason T. Kocher February 23rd, 2009 Creative » Writing »
I stayed up far too late last night and as it faded into day the owls that live deep inside my head hooted that it would be best for me to go to the Hellgate Post Office…NOW! Yes…the Hellgate Post Office. You DO NOT question the owls. Standing in line for the second time because […]
