New Short: Bad Seed
Bad SeedI woke standing up to an orange sky. I tried to stretch, and knew something had gone wrong. My hands were silver. I held them before my eyes, turning
Bad SeedI woke standing up to an orange sky. I tried to stretch, and knew something had gone wrong. My hands were silver. I held them before my eyes, turning
I write, and once, I used to act. I take an interest in such, and from time to time, I like to talk about notable ones. And today, I'
I was thinking about Bezmenov. And about the idea of four stages of ideological subversion: * Demoralization * Destabilization * Crisis * Normalization .. and it hit me that I have, within what's
True story. Back when I was a teenager, I worked at McDonald's, as so many of us did. I was on break one morning, with two other guys
"Cellar Door": Cellar DoorIn my parents’ house there stands a cellar door. It stood as a sentinel against which my life was measured. I refused to cross its