As you are by now painfully aware, there two kinds of people in quarantine: the single and the partnered. I fall into the former category and as a result, find myself spending no small volume of time in the company of the very gorgeous Asa Akira. Continue reading
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The malocca was transformed into a throne room and the courtiers partied in the room below us. I sat on my throne, a giant black widow spider at either hand, remote in the shadows. Continue reading
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By the next morning, I felt physically sick and exhausted. I went to the dispensary and took the thimble of turgid green medicine. As the taste worked its way into my guts as a filament of revulsion, I considered giving the final session a miss. Continue reading
“By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining round it were fiery tracks on which revolv’d vast spiders, crawling after their prey…
‘The air was full of them and seemed composed of them; these are devils and called powers of the air, I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot? He said, between the black and white spiders.”
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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I’ve enjoyed a limited, peaceful relationship with drugs and alcohol. I had a profound experience with LSD in my early twenties which had lived up to the hype with a bona-fide religious vision. Continue reading
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“I had moved past the casual carnage that was so prevalent in the books I’d conceived in my twenties, past the severed heads and the soup made of blood and the woman vaginally penetrated with her own rib.
“Exploring that kind of violence had been “interesting” and “exciting” and it was all “metaphorical” anyway – at least to me at that moment in my life, when I was young and pissed off and had not yet grasped my own mortality, a time when physical pain and real suffering held no meaning for me.”
– Bret Easton Ellis,
Lunar Park. Continue reading
“The fox condemns the trap, not himself.”
– William Blake,
Proverbs of Hell.
It’s been remarkably busy down here in the offices of Theme Park at Its Darkest the past few weeks, even though the entire outfit has relocated to Istanbul. One could say that there has been an unofficial mainline to the grape-vine and, as a result, the mailbox has been heaving. Continue reading
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‘He who has suffered you to impose on him, knows you.’
– William Blake,
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
It is time to dump the bucket. Continue reading
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I feel responsible. I feel that I must do something like Flanagan, or Tolstoy. Anything less is a waste of everyone’s time – both yours, and mine. If I think about it too much, there’s not even time enough to go to work. Continue reading
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The last twelve to eighteen months have taught me that if you put something on the internet, everybody will see it. People rarely comment on-line, but I seem to get all kinds of bizarre responses when I see them in public, ranging from facial expressions that look like they’ve swallowed a bullfrog (and are struggling to keep it down) to, ‘What’s with all the leather gear?’ Or even, ‘Are you a Satanist?’ Continue reading
I read Kafka’s The Trial earlier in the year, and it was a boring read that paid off in a big way by the end. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 