Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
There were times in 2018 when I was quite okay. It wasn't as intense as the first surprise attack of normalcy back in December 2017, but it felt pretty awesome all the same. On especially cheerful days I was even thinking my mental afflictions were gone. Which was yet another delusion my brain contrived for … Continue reading How My Son Didn’t Die of Several Wildly Improbable Illnesses
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
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 