Don’t Blame Technology: Opinion

This is the 21st century. By this time we were supposed to either be living in a blissful utopia or a post apocalyptic wasteland. Flying cars, hover boards, virtual reality, we should have had all that but instead we got phones that are smarter than us, hover-boards that don’t actually hover, and a reality that’s…

Ask Auntie Agony: Growing Pains

Dear Auntie, Why do girls always go for looks over personality? Confused Nice Guy Dear Confused, Some people are more interested in looks, regardless of their gender. Others are interested in humor, intelligence, relaxed temperaments, or overbearing personalities. I’ve even been asked out because I have a wicked collection of puns to inflict on people….

ASHES: A Poem

Words By Hinsel Sifting through the ashes of yesterday’s dream. Edges sharp and broken, a shattered glimmer hungrily gleams. Never touching anything, stumbling blindly forward through the dark. Oblivion left behind me, my savage salvage builds the cage that holds my heart.

How To Get The Fuck Over It And Write

Writers block. Creative constipation. Call this mental malady whatever you like but it seems to be something that affects almost all creative types from writers to artists at some point or another. When the muse is strong the flow is heavy and things seem to just happen, when the muse is weak…better pack up bag…

BANQUET OF CHAOS: A Poem

by S. Boswell Your words ‘effluviate’ The concepts nauseate Your rule I would eradicate The throne I would ‘conflagrate’ The deluge I pray to inundate They that would steer our fate By preaching peace against those to hate . With the blood of martyrs we will consecrate A path not bound by aristocracy’s state Continue…

Does It Matter?

Oh, that old question…. Universally? Ultimately? NO. Nothing we hairless primates ever do on this spinning ball of galactic dust will ever have a grand impact on the larger reality of this plane of existence. Sadly…even less galactically… Nothing you do today very likely will be remembering in 10 years. Or even 50 years. Much…