Canned Laughter
the day I found out that god didn't exist was like any other day I was eating the apple during school break observed by the boys that would steal my glasses I could not imagine back then that the laughing you hear when you watch tv isn't real
netpoetry #3
My French boyfriend cheated on me. What does that mean for our relationship? Cull the sack.
The Cat Who Killed Curiosity
Imagine the following scenario. A person who has noticed that the president's hair has turned grey posts on social media that she suggests he should dye it. Having grown up in a very poor neighbourhood she had not been able to finish school, so she confused orthographical acuity with onomatopoeic precision and spelled it thus: ...
Jazzporn
I like Charlie Mingus I like cunnilingus I like to lick my fingers while I'm eating you out
Shakespeare on sex
There is more between foreplay and orgasm, Fellatio, Than is dreamt of in your philosophy.
Just Make It Sacred
Why do you eat vegetables? I admire the fact that you're conscious of your diet, and of the ecological footprint that is minimal for locally grown seasonal vegetables, and there is no animal suffering... - Because it's cheap. Oh. And why do you live here? You are really living the emerging culture of sharing when ...
Cognitive Dissonance
Cognitive Dissonance This is about overcoming obsolete dichotomies. Cognitive dissonance is the result of a paradox the receiver was unaware of. It discontinues her consequential reasoning. In other words: it stops her in her tracks, catches her off guard, and ideally makes her re-evaluate the basic assumptions of her belief. A paradox alone is not ...
The Average Family
Kansas, 2050. - The shit has hit the fan, years ago. The Surveillance State has diabolical proportions and every citizen gives voice to dissent, shows abnormal behavior or otherwise deviates from the average, is arrested. Family Grey has always lived comfortably, and during the first months after the crises (a term that was used mostly ...
Personal story: How to tell the story of our car explosion
We're doing fine. I'm sitting in a bar in Zaragoza, watching an old man waiting, a glass of brandy in front of him. He looks at his watch. The Chinese children on the bar are yelling, and the television plays football. It is eight and I am here to write. Words are increasing their subjective ...