Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 17th, 2008

All the senses are all at once dominated by a terrible, stinking and gritty heat that shines and slimes through what was once thought to be the firmly secured windows of the mind. In competition with one another, your sight, hearing, smell, and taste swim against the current of your thoughts through a [...]

Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 7th, 2008

When coffee is no longer a tangible thing and exists only as an ethereal question, the sharp derangement of the day has not yet reached its peak.

When this question is answered…

…you will find yourself in a wood-paneled room seated in an appropriately uncomfortable chair, properly underdressed for an occasion of analytical education.

I am [...]

Ratchet’s Dream Diary — February 27, 2007

Upon arriving at my parents’ home for Christmas, I walk into the sun porch to find my mother decorating for the holidays. She is hanging a green garland around the windows; she looks back over her shoulder to say hello.

There is a bench to my left, where she has placed an array of white, [...]

So, you do understand what’s wrong with you — well this time anyway — don’t you? Yes, it seems that all the calcium that you take in, and mind you it’s a small amount — but over time… — is distributed directly and exclusively to your head, the cranium, you understand. This has many consequences, but lets start [...]