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When you have sex, do you feel depressed afterwards?
Take the Singapore government sexual addiction test.
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Perspective
Just yesterday, at the edge of despair – or as it is called when others do it, feeling sorry for oneself – today, stuck in traffic on the way to work, next to me an average grey car driven by a woman in her 60s. In the back seat, a pudgy man about 38 with the haircut mentally impaired people tend to get and a frightened look on his face, cuddling a large brown teddy bear over and over, it appeared to give him solace. Maybe traffic scares him. At any rate it changed my perspective to one of thankfulness and gratitude that my teddy bear fits in my pocket where I can pet it whenever I want without strangers seeing.
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To all my wonderful Greek visitors from here, I’d like to bid a warm welcome, enjoy Feral Living, and thips
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A play in one act
Cast: Miguel, “Despair” (played by Michael J. Pollard), Alpha.
Despair: [bouncing optimistically on bed] “Alarm’s going to go off in like half an hour, might as well get up. No chance of falling back to sleep anyway. Don’t want to be late for root canal!”
Miguel: “Go away.”
Despair: “Plus, it’s Monday, so traffic’s going to suck. And we don’t want to be late for our dead-end clerical job, do we?”
Miguel: “Mmm, coffee.”
Despair: “Ha. Published anything lately? Mr. Writer? Give up, man.”
Miguel: “Mmm, bread.”
Despair: “Useless. Wasn’t that a nice little Glock we saw at the gun shop way back when? I haven’t forgotten it, and neither have you. One round in the temple, you wouldn’t feel a thing. Think about it.”
Alpha: “Morning honey. Have you seen, more blossoms have opened on the apple tree. And the little cherry tree’s blooming too.”
Miguel: “Yes, they’re beautiful.”
Despair: [fading] “See ya round, pal.”
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