Screech

  The Ariane Grande concert in Manchester extinguished lives and shattered others, and what do I see in the news? The same ole shit in a fresh paper-bag. Prayers. What the F*** do your prayers do? I want to know, I need to know. Tell me, please. What exactly is it you ask for? Do … Continue reading

The Incredible Shrinking Man

 Spiderman’s spider-sense tingles likes crazy when danger is approaching, even when the danger is nowhere visible, but the tingle of danger becomes too strong to ignore. Human instinct is seldom wrong. Enter the danger: Donald Trump. I am sick and tired of writing his name, seeing his face, hearing his voice spew a daily tsunami of … Continue reading

Die Another Day

Die if you must, but it doesn’t have to be today. For God’s sake. The Terminator travels back through time to protect Jesus. Visit Nerd on the Bridge to see how it ends (MAD-TV Parody).

Peacocks

*** If Jesus truly died for our sins there is absolutely no plausible reason for continuing the death penalty in countries preening their christian heritage

Et Tu!

Valentine’s day falls on Sunday this year. Should I take my sweetheart to church? Or would she prefer a romantic dinner in a secluded cabin, deep in the forest, free to scream God’s name, loud, and uninhibited! The latter. He’s watching us anyway. I pray our performance garners his approval.

Closing At Six

sunlight streaming in time, clad in beautiful smile precious advent, Christmas eve quiet beast nibbling smiling to the finish-line breakfast is over her water broke it’s going to be a boy procure frankincense and myrrh before six, the baby needs it.

Gifted

December, the merchants wet dream, beaming grubby the lot of ’em, Santa’s yes men lining the route to Bethlehem. * A myth, it is not, don’t get caught, without gifts, such brazen display of war on Christmas is unforgivable. * Cosy wintry Christmas morning, an empty shell, absent crinkly coloured paper dotted with reindeer sleighs and … Continue reading

Accomplices

….so I smoked a joint instead and looking up, from the bed I thought Santa Claus is the man in the tan van with The Golden AN that Lefty spoke of. He’s coming. A bad habit on a sleigh until the Coca Cola Company decides otherwise. Does he bring all the presents under the tree … Continue reading

And The Winner Is!

Dear religious blogger, I apologize for all my blogposts that offended your beliefs. I am truly sorry. What you choose to believe is entirely up to you. If you wish to home-school your children in order to instil your beliefs without opposition is entirely up to you. If you wish to discriminate against certain sections of … Continue reading

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