I’ve never written a political post. At least, I’ve never intended to write one. Not accidentally. Not covertly. Not between the lines. Not waiting for someone perceptive enough to “pick up what I was really saying.” It simply isn’t there. Have a look. The archives are open for inspection. I write about people. Behaviour. Consequences.
No Ideology. Just Pattern Recognition. Read More »
Getting freaky on the frontier is the next step in great human endeavours! Candidates are currently in the Mars Space Program, training for this historic moment! There’s a lot of talk about humans going to Mars. There’s so much, it’s got me thinking about some of the more important issues, like space sex. Oh, come
The First Members of The Mars High Club on Standby Read More »
Scotomisation is the mind’s quiet refusal to see what threatens survival, identity, or comfort—an internal edit where truth remains visible but unusable, allowing fear to shape belief while the observer pretends nothing has changed. Scotomisation is not blindness. It is self-editing. It’s the mind deciding—quietly, efficiently—that certain facts are inconvenient and should no longer be
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I never knew it was possible to feel this empty and still be breathing. The one thing that mattered is gone. People keep calling it a breakup, like it’s some normal thing you just walk away from and learn from, but that’s bullshit. I hate them! She wasn’t just a girlfriend. She was my person.
I’m 17 and I Don’t Care Anymore Read More »
Before downloads and algorithms, before playlists became curated by machines, music had serious weight. You bought it. You held it in your hand. You carried it home in a plastic bag and placed it carefully on a turntable or slid it into a cassette deck. The 1980s were the last decade when single sales truly
The Biggest Singles of the 1980s: When Music Was Bought, Not Streamed Read More »
The coffee is weak. The Wi-Fi drops out. The barista doesn’t smile warmly enough. Within minutes, thumbs are flying across screens, documenting injustices as if history itself needs correcting with the swipe of a finger. We call these things bad. Not mildly inconvenient. Not slightly annoying. Bad. As if the entire universe has let us
Necessities of Life or Entitlements of a Selfish Lifestyle? Read More »
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No one expects the monster to look like him. He is quiet. Consistent. Polite in the way people admire without thinking about it. He holds doors open. He remembers birthdays. He nods while listening, offering just enough response to be considered engaged. There is nothing theatrical about him, and that is the problem. People are
Why ‘Normal’ Men Make the Best Monsters Read More »
I used to think dishonesty lived in the mind. That lies were conscious decisions, chosen and spoken. Something you did with words. The body taught me otherwise. The body reacts long before the mind drafts its excuses. It tightens when it shouldn’t. Nausea arrives without invitation. Sleep fractures. Desire evaporates or appears at the wrong
The Body as Evidence: When Flesh Betrays the Lie Read More »
I’ve noticed how often some people relax when rules appear. Procedures calm them. Checklists soothe them. Once something is labelled a process, responsibility thins out, spreads, becomes atmospheric rather than personal. No one feels cruel when they’re only following steps. Systems don’t demand morality. They demand compliance. I’ve watched harm unfold politely inside frameworks designed
The Comfort of Rules: Why Monsters Love Systems Read More »