Fiction

Sep 27 23:46

A Caveman's Final Hours

Caveman with frozen hands and bloody, broken fingernails. Lips are blue and eyes afraid. He must go on. Raining, windy, very dark, very loud. He is lost in a deep, jagged canyon. Animals follow at a distance, freezing and waiting. There is no shelter, no companion, no moon. Trees shiver with wetness. Nowhere to rest. Nothing to eat. Only must keep moving. Daylight is only colder, more dangerous. His limbs slow and stiffen. More lost than yesterday. No sounds. No smells. Only him, naked, frozen, vulnerable.

Mar 08 23:27

Limericks I Wrote

Disclaimer: As anyone with a pulse knows, the dirtier limericks are always the funniest. So if you can’t handle X-rated content (or humor), what in the fuck are you doing on the goddamn fucking Internet, dumbshit?

 

It’s said that a handsome young sailor

Learns much from his very first jailer

For down in the brig