Boo! If you’re expecting a treat, wait until you fall asleep—your sweet nightmares may contain a nougat center…if you’re lucky. Dark chocolate? Nope, just dark, because some ghouls people are allergic, and everybody must suffer equally. You understand. Here’s a little something for all you vampires and ghosts. Feast your eyes on my basket ofContinue reading “Free Nightmares For Everybody”
Ghosts, ghouls, and goblins are eating candy corn…horror movies haunt our television set…it must be Halloween. Put on your hockey mask— we’re gonna scurry down the sidewalk and take a closer look at nature’s miniature maniacs. 1. Bite-sized Monster: “Poisonous” caterpillar (banded tussock or American dagger moth) Beauty is in the Hair of the CaterpillarContinue reading “Halloween 2019: Bite-size Monsters”
Ghosts, ghouls, and goblins are hunting for artificial flavors and caramel. Bowls of bite-sized chocolate confectionaries keep the undead kids happy, that way they won’t decorate the neighborhood with spoiled eggs or garlands of 2-ply toilet paper. Put on your red devil horns or toss a bedsheet over your head—the spirit of Halloween isContinue reading “Halloween Special: 2018”
My eyes are open, but there is nothing to see.
Earth used to be ruled by gigantic things with pointy teeth. The landscape trembled, quaked, and shivered—terrible lizards chomped with their serrated maws, and the vanquished ended up inside the belly of the victorious. A BIG rock dropped from the eternal black void about 65 million years ago. The apocalyptic force razed the planet’s surfaceContinue reading “Grow Your Own Dinosaur”
Have you ever picked up a fancy holiday relic, and then discovered that your hands are covered in sparkly shit? You know…those itsy-bitsy shiny particles. Yeah. Those things. You can blow, rub, wipe, smear—it doesn’t matter! Glitter has a great reputation of pissing people off. Think about it. How many times have you looked down andContinue reading “The Stuff Sparkles Are Made Of”
Time has forgotten me. Or am I detached? Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years—what’s the difference? They are all a blur of memories. No distinction to tell them apart. Seconds drip like a broken faucet while the minutes evaporate, leaving behind hollow hours and forsaking my day. A month is only a picture on theContinue reading “Detached”