Soup Kitchen

I can't hold a conversation with anyone. When did I not learn how to talk?

Construction Sites

Put the fireman out!

Sexual Summer

Sometimes there is a sexual summer. It only comes once ever fifteen years to the local flea market. Here you will meet extraordinary people from all over. Locals to drifters to leather feet all condensed into one area. Packed to perfection, with no air to circulate. A breeders paradise of a lost emphasis on catering.

Lets bring the sexual summer back.

No Naps For Nathan

I've learned there is a lot more to wrestling than what one may think. It's more emotional than I could have ever imagined. It makes me want to understand it more. At least understand the underground wrestling scene.

Watch it. There is a camping site somewhere around the outskirts of town. Don't tell the secured jumper cables.

This Is A Story

This is a story about you.

[Insert story here]

And then they were found dead.

Quailing Beetle

So I guess we can find out the past in a bottle these days. It sprouts up so quickly. Fresh, green and warm. How nice for one to hand me a towel after this heated battle between a sickle and mattress.

I wonder if there is a new pair of journalism out today. A new concentration of air? That would be quite nice I suppose. Actually, as a matter of fact it would not. I don't appreciate canned meats while they hold their substinance still. It needs to lose weight for the grills.

It's mouth unpleasant with a touch of a tongue from its nosy neighbors. Now covered in antlers, bruised and battered from the wheat pasteings. They are planted all over the city of malnourished children.

Now go out and discover something that is suitable for your unnatural taste testing. Quailing beetle.

Excuse Me, I Believe That Trash Is Mine

Two times in one day, someone has gone through my stuff. TWO TIMES! Why is it OK for someone to go through my stuff? I never go through anyones stuff, and if I happen to stumble upon something that befuddles me, I don't give a shit.

I don't care what you do with yourself. Just don't tell me what I can and can't do. If I enjoy something I'll do it until it no longer entertains me. Simple.

Rush Rush Rush

Oh jesus! What do I do!? Haha this is fantastic. I love this! I haven't had this much enjoyment talking since perhaps that filthy dog owner. We all know now that Nancy has turned into a chronic meth addict. She is really going places. Best of luck Nancy!

Love,

Jebediah

Wakes

A world of western ideas are at my finger tips. Maybe If the cards are played right an endless joy could surge from it. Explore a new terrain and undiscovered raw materials will bloom.

Take it from a journalist. They tend to know.

Juicy Hands

An allegory created for the sole purpose of teaching young women the ways to act. They are seeking a signal encrypted deep within. It has been said that there is no such signal. Others have felt it, creeping up. Giving them pains like nothing they have felt before.

Haunting, chilling, frightening, jaunting, hungry.

What good is a leash when there is no need for one? Better yet what good is an owner when there is no need for a dog. What is the dog?