Caveman Days of Exile and Meat by Spencer Orey
“The mammoth hunters spectacularly occupy the cave wall and the mind, but what we actually did to stay alive and fat was gather seeds, roots, […]
“The mammoth hunters spectacularly occupy the cave wall and the mind, but what we actually did to stay alive and fat was gather seeds, roots, […]
I need to become a wrinkly, bitter old person immediately. Adolescence is such a bore. My friends obsess over boys, gossip, and grades. I’m shorter […]
Baby comes into the world fat bloody and useless. It stays this way all its life. No claws no bark no kelly green solar panels. […]
It was specifically stated in my will that my mother not be my embalmer. As the Commander-in-Chief of a country in strife, I was practical […]
My therapist says I need a healthier way to process my anger, so I purchase a personal volcano online. Outer insulation. Apartment scale. Sweet pick, […]
My mother hunted, and her mother before her. In the ancient history of indoors, Great-Nana was a realtor. A taste for houses runs in my […]
But that does remind me, since the defining moment of my failed marriage to ex-wife Frizz happened in Orlando, of Jones, Florida, which is about […]
The Museum of Heads holds the world’s largest collection of heads. The Museum of Heads opened a long time ago. No one can say when. […]
My addiction to Death’s attention Death knocks on my mother’s front door every six to nine months to deliver his best news. He captured another […]
We’re far out, way, way far out from the houses when we see him coming, the shape of a man struggling towards us from the […]
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