FreeRadikal's blog

The fog that rolls off my brain in the morning as hot water impacts across my naked skin stretched taught over my smooth skull is placed their each night by the magical dance of memory loss and Death's gilded hand of skeletal disgust for life.  I see him dance his anorexic form under his sexy black velvet robe.  A twinkle in his eye socket of the souls he has collected, he winks at me with intent for he has no fleshy eyelids to twitch with.  He saunters up to my bedside and presses one ethereal bony middle finger into my forehead sinking it right into my grey matter.  It’s kind of like a

I thought what if I were to introduce a new soda, I would call it barrel full of monkeys and it would be carbonated monkey brains and hibiscus.

Or maybe one called the Colonel Standard and it would be carbonated chicken stock.

Or maybe one called raw sewage made with lime jello and pork rinds covered in grape pop rocks.

Now I am drinking Diet Orange Crush and I feel like this low calorie orange soda naturally flavored with life is going to put 25 calories of zip into my step.

Death,
A shade,
An object in front of a light source casts a shadow,
The absence merely an outline of that object, with no character, no definition, unsubstantiated.
Today I am my shadow, hollow within.

or maybe just the cutest urchin in the sea dancing with my fugu rubripes to some Island Rag Time hits like Rum Punch and the West India Inlay Outlay. 

Verbotten nothings in the sands of the great castle, nix we see, nor we gnaw at the tendrils of the fantastic as we trip your brain loins from mathematics to the physics of quantum ugliness among social swans swooning bar maidens at last call...

Fancy pillows just some damn fancy pillows, it's what my office needs.

Да, это также в русском, милом языке.