Today had a sweetly twisted flavour to it… In fact, as I speak, I’m watching an NCIS agent carry a dead and bleeding rat by…
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Musings. Ideas. Words.
Sticks and stones? Harmless. But words? Those little fuckers will stick to your skin like burrs, itching and scratching and eventually causing little calluses on…
I’ve never realized how much I value my private space until my home got invaded by a bunch of builders. It was a necessary evil:…
You insinuated yourself into the graveyard shift of my dreams, creeping up through the perfectly respectable vampires doing their perfectly understandable bloodsucking thing… At first,…
So my first batch of lomography photography has been developed, with mixed results. Clearly I have a few things I still need to learn, like…
My friend Stephen Friedman lives the kind of life that some of us only dream of… A surfer, model and adventurer, he’s also working non-stop…
Oppikoppi’s been and gone in a blur of dust, tequila-filled squeezee bottles, dirty denim shorts, green lazer-dappled trees, zebras coming out of portaloos and bands…
Women terrify me. Not just because I am one, and thus know first hand how twisted the female of the species can be… I’ve just…