Santa barbara — Chapter 1 : Golden Caps April 19th, 2000 The morning started off with 1/8th ounce of mushrooms at 9 AM followed by a a tall glass of local fresh squeezed orange juice. They are the finest Golden Cap ...
Engelberg — Ralf Jager was the second son of a butcher and an abusive mother. He worked in his father’s shop as soon as he could reach the counter. Hans Jager was a quiet butcher, an angry husband, an absent fath...
San francisco — It usually starts with a view of the sky. Maybe because I always wake up on my back. You would think they could at least put you in a chair or something. Maybe it adds to the authenticity of the exper...
Plastic sandwich. Feed my soul.
A child's artwork is a glimpse of the future that could be.
I dream of psychedelic swans.
"A master at his craft." "The quintessential psychopath." "A sick and soulless man." "The Reaper himself."
It was an easy spell, just a few words and they were all balloons. Let's start popping!
At first, I could only see the sky and some kind of lamp. Allocation varied, but this dose was strong.
His breathing stops as the world goes silent. Falling into darkness he is rigid but alive.The diving board bounces.
This is Filipo, but everyone calls him Philly Cheese Steak. One embarrassing photo and you're marked for life.
What majesty! What valiance! He looked right at me with bold and noble stare... then he farted. Smelly moose.
DNA Replication Team 5327: Under review for breach of contract. Failed to deliver product before deadline.
Judge me not by the persuasion of my discourse, but by the integrity of my intention.
Daughter is sick. Working from home to care for her. She coughs.... is sad... can't focus. Work can wait.
The internet, a wonderful medium. Where technology can connect to the inner self, bypassing the physical and social junk inbetween.