Ghosts for Everyone!

At the end of every year, usually about three seconds before the turnover, it always seems the magnitude of the idea of the event suddenly hits. In all of ever, forever, never will this year ever possibly exist again. It would be easier if they never existed at all. It's just less freaky.

Let’s do it, man. Lock and load. Ain’t life a [expletive deleted]?

I feel almost exploitative taking inspiration from condemned men's last statements, but I doubt I'm the only one.

Texas Department of Criminal Justice

Night-ish Creature

So the lake monster realized it had chased the children quite a ways away from the beach and now it was thoroughly and precisely fucked. The children put their fear aside as they saw the hunched and lagging monster. They regrouped. Slowly, it tried to meander back towards the beach but before long it was surrounded by a circle of angry, terrified, hormone driven teenagers.




for peeping

Our stories say "How deep does the rabbit hole go?"

Their's must go something like "Where does the subterranean tunnel system we built end?",
or maybe, "Those motherfuckers need to stop dropping M80's into our houses."

Andtree

NPR Music

It's like climbing a tree--at night--and finding good music up top.