Innocent Abroad

The scars on her wrist remind me of painted lines across canvas—perfectly linear and passionate: bold, deliberate cuts that release fine droplets of blood and the long weeks worth of stress, insomnia, feelings of inferiority, and fear.
Alli is curled up on the couch, head in my lap, as I run my fingers through her hair; […]

Hey kids,
I’m going to be brief tonight, but this is something I was thinking about in class while listening to some D-bag compare Reza Shah Pahlavi to a male gynecologist (it was actually quite an interesting connection). But I digress.
Here is a face you don’t see on the news much anymore:
Hey you dumb infidel […]

I’ve been agonizing the past week over the best way to introduce myself to Ben Sheldon’s Citadel of Rational Thought, Humor and Good Cooking, and simply it is this:
I love retards.
Maybe you’re thinking you misread that, so I reiterate: I love retards– those lovable little bastards who try to scratch, piss, kick, bite, spit and […]