‘Father Nature’, crafty evolution and neglected brains

The Second Coming of the Human. You're already hooked, aren't you? Well, I wouldn't blame you. Who doesn't want to know what humans will be like when you're ... dead. Oh. Sorry. That's a sore spot. 'The Second Coming of the Human' seems like a grandiose title but it isn't what it looks like. This … Continue reading ‘Father Nature’, crafty evolution and neglected brains

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Ethereal bodies, demon antics and pointless lives

Well, Elon Musk has really done it this time.  I'm all for Space X but, apparently, that wasn't enough for him. He had to go and strike fear into the hearts of the public. Musk is trying to disassemble your reality so that you don't have to. He doesn't feel like the daily stresses of … Continue reading Ethereal bodies, demon antics and pointless lives

Ideal paths, transcendence and empty vessels

Every now and then I think it's nice to hit people with something genuine, so don't be too worried if this slap seems much too honest. It will keep you on your toes, I swear. Now, I don't know why I chose to do this because it's going to be significantly harder. The only thing … Continue reading Ideal paths, transcendence and empty vessels

Capitalism, human garbage and clingy spirits

I have created three IndieGogo campaigns in my lifetime. Three. No, I am not suffering from an illness. No, I haven't created a beautiful invention that seizes the means of production. Am I talented? Well, not exactly. So why? Ha, rhetorical question, bitch. Only I know the answer to this one. I take back the … Continue reading Capitalism, human garbage and clingy spirits

A sweaty handshake, the bear and true royalty

So, unfortunately, I've developed a case of severe writer's block mixed with laziness and procrastination. A deadly mix, if I do say so myself. If it's solved in a similar way to hiccups, I'll be fine. I'll just see if holding my breath throughout typing this does anything. Have some paramedics on standby, please. Anyway, … Continue reading A sweaty handshake, the bear and true royalty

Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators

Now that I have signed my soul away to the devil and become an active blogger [ from my own volition, may I add ]. I've just decided to do something nice and relaxed today while I listen to some mellow jazz. I swear I'm not fifty years old. What's wrong with liking some Brubeck? … Continue reading Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators

Perserverance, vultures and a feisty mob

Today, after the thrill of Valentines, I've decided to discuss heartbreak. Being the stone-hearted, lady-killing, cool guy I am, you must be able to sense that I've broken a couple of hearts in my day. Actually, really only one. I think you'd be surprised to know that I was pretty good with the ladies when … Continue reading Perserverance, vultures and a feisty mob