The sensation of the uncontrollable muscle contraction that rushed over my skin as a water wave surprised me in its expected lack of brutality. Days of postponing a meeting that could, if not would, send a heart attack from nervous…
Tag: Mr. Broccoli
Escapism or a lack of purpose
I haven’t been writing much lately. Inspiration left me long ago to go fuck someone else into mediocre poetry or some bullshit paragraphs of gibberish no-one reads. In her place, the brain-dead nothingness of a purposeless life has made herself ever-present…
Returning Characters
In order to keep people in my life more or less anonymous yet known to themselves, people that features in the stories are given nicknames. Some returning characters refer to real people while others refer to ideals and embodied concepts.…