Yes, I'm lost in the void of space, directionless and unknown with the other debris where sound is unheard and life is wordless.
Life in the alley, the last free place. A place of puke, poverty, parables and perfidy.
Sunday, August 30, 2026
Threads: Paradise Lost
Yes, I'm lost in the void of space, directionless and unknown with the other debris where sound is unheard and life is wordless.
Threads: Beware The Body Politic
After generations of debate, the Gangsters Of Peace defeated the War Mongrels at last. As The ex-Mongrels prepared to return to their faraway home, a Political Beast said to lowly me:
Threads: A Spy Among Friends
Threads: The Grace Of God?
Ji-ho dare not scream as the king of terror gripped his soul. His 18 year old body could barely keep from retching on the loneliest train in the world to the Russian border. Does justice exist for a North Korean soldier?
Monday, August 10, 2026
Threads: Everyone's A Critic
Siskel and Ebert did it right. Their stated goal was for you to determine if you wanted to see a movie based on their criticism - not to agree with their views. They did this by making their views their own.
Threads: More Monday Mourning
"I *HATE* THIS SHIT! I FUCKING HATE IT! I'M SO *SICK* OF THIS!"
Threads: Know It Alls
Silly Sam had no use for me. "You saying it can't be done means nothing. Are you a scientist??"
Threads: The Odyssey
Threads: Stinky Pete's Demise
As Fleming noted, a predictable routine can be fatal for a spy. It's also true for mafia capos like me.
Threads: The Shank Job
Strolling down a lonely road I spot God walking towards me. With shiv in hand, I shank Him right in the belly, whispering, "That's what You get for making me."









