The Maturation of Whisky and its Perils
Some years and months ago, spirit was distilled and reckoned good enough to be put into an oak cask with heavy char. It would sit and breathe in the goings-on around it and would record the disturbances and actions taking place in its vicinity; imbuing those perturbations into the liquid held inside. Some disturbances reach…
Combat Reprieve
It was unusual to be tumbling down a flight of stairs trying to take my clothes off at the same time. Her lips pressed against mine and it felt sinful for me to remove them to pull the shirt over my head. We left a trail all the way down; rifle at the door, flak…
To be Unlovable.
There is and has been a lot of guff on the web about how someone looks as a metric for their success when it comes to dealing with the opposite or similar sex. I can say this is false. You see, I lost part of my ear in the New Dallas conflict. I have not…
Norm.
All my heroes are dead. They went and have gone forever as though they had meant to all along, leaving small little hints to their demise. It is easy to look back and pick apart these hints and derive from them some meaning of significance, but ultimately they are just gone. Gone, Gone, Gone. There…
An offering to the nameless gods.
I made my first offering to the gods when I was just 15. I gunned a man down in an alleyway. I saw him first, luckily, and as he raised his shotgun to blow a hole in my chest I managed to raise the machine pistol in my hand and pull the trigger. The first…
Objectifying Women
“What is anatomy? Something of which we all have, but looks best on a woman.” I have met this girl a few times now. We get coffee, or whisky when I’m drinking again. We sit and we talk and solve the world’s problems. A little salt in Liberia, a sprinkle of paprika in the Balkans,…
No, really, fuck your Instagram caption.
Well, this one sure is a dooz-y. I found this crumpled up paper in the corner of the bar. Cripes, this fella sure is miffed about a defunct social media platform. Poor guy…Or, girl. “’Well, sire,’ Sir John answered, ‘the only advice I can give you now is to withdraw to some place of safety,…
A drink.
Sometimes the bar closes and things get quiet in an ambient sort of way. The generator still hums and the airflow catches the loose ends of your skin and drags across it. Otherwise, you can’t hear much except the breathing of an empty space. This is the time I have a drink. I turn off…
I would like to deconstruct something…
Okay let’s break it down like a shotgun, folks. You see, there is something very sick and wrong with the way things are today. Not just in the general sense but on a very individual level. Not even just a societal thing, but; you,you,YOU, and; me, me, ME! It is so easy to point the…
Where does OnlyFans go from here?
To the Knife Princess, Not knowing you is pleasurable in some sense of the word. You see, it is because knowing you in earnest would fill my heart beyond its capacity. It would fill and fill and begin to overflow, ultimately consuming me in the process. So, it could be said that I am better…
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