Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
Sorry for posting this two days behind the intended schedule, just in case you care. Few weeks off meant I had to engage in a tedious fight with needy backlog imps. The good news is that now I'm rather sleep-deprived but back on track, more or less. If you've read the last rant in these … Continue reading How I Didn’t Catch a Fish
Do you know that eggs of the most wonderful phoenix species are made of rainbow? They don't hatch too often. One needs a nice big cataclysm. Only that can awaken the slumbering whirl of dull colours that holds the life of a phoenix in timeless suspense. What kind of cataclysm exactly, you ask? Rumour has … Continue reading Phoenix Awakening
All right, let's get one thing straight from the very beginning. If you know me, or if you're particularly fussy about death, you may want to think twice before reading on. The style of this post is meant to be as morbidly playful as the rest of these gruesome recollections, yet it is exactly about … Continue reading How I Didn’t Kill Myself
Ever heard of those mythical creatures, basilisks? One look at them and you're petrified. One jab of their venomous beak and your blood turns to acid, eating and withering your flesh inside out. Got that? Now, imagine a depressed, suicidal basilisk. Would it be as simple as nibbling on himself in front of a mirror? … Continue reading Depressed Basilisk
Last time I mentioned we're soon about to get to the rock bottom of these series about my madness. We're nearly there, but you won't get the treat just yet. First we need bit of a buildup. I'll tell you a story that is quite funny in a way. Only it also turned out to … Continue reading How I Didn’t Toss My Son Off a Bridge
Oceanic Soup 