There is where everything else goes…which is most of it, really. Truly terrible things that should not live, but must be written in a way not unlike taxidermy. No relevance, except in forced hindsight, these are thoughts, rants, creations, and fubar observations that have nowhere else to go.
by Ratchet December 26th, 2009 Writing » Sporadical »
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 even the body I was born [...]
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 30th, 2009 Philosophy » Writing » Sporadical » Writing » Witty Bit Eruptions »
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 left to infinitely wonder…just what it all means.
by Jason Thomas Kocher May 25th, 2009 Culture » Sounds » Writing » Sporadical »
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 [...]
by Jason Thomas Kocher April 16th, 2009 Writing » Sporadical »
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 [...]
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