Big Dave's Torture
Guide to Knitting with the Small Intenstine: how to make sure your
victim doesn't scream too much and make you drop a stitch.
What
if the dog wasn’t lazy and simply ate the quick brown fox that
tried to jump over it? Not all dogs are lazy. Speciesism is a very
sad thing.
His
parody of himself was so good that no one ever noticed it at all.
To
sleep, an offer —
Fading
to unreal colours,
Pillows
made of dreams
Dear
Santa:
Is
this the year daddy finally get some coal?
Dear
Santa:
I
don't want gifts from you until you get on a diet like me.
-
Signed, Anorexia.
Told
he was dying from an overdose of irony, all he could do was find it
ironic.
Dear
Santa:
Could
my stepdad not shout as much next year?
My rent cheque for
December includes, in the memo section, the following:
'will pay rent
next month due to anti-mayan prejudices'
Dear
Santa:
Why
is this Jesus guy trying to steal your gig?
The
true function of analysis is not to kill a thing but to see it as
more than it aspired to be.
My resolution for
the new year is for you to be a better person to me.
Elevator
christmas music: a new way to ensure you open the doors between
floors and leap to the bottom
Dear
Santa:
Why
do you put 'made in China' on gifts? Is this a joke? Or do only the
bad-but-not-naughty kids get gifts from china? Is that the new coal?
He
says the most profound lie he knows, which is: "It's free."
The day after Xmas
party, the Detective was promoted after he slept with his boss's
wife. It had not been the reaction he had been expecting.
It
became harder to love you once I found out about the bodies. Harder,
but not impossible.
"You
see," said the magician, "real magic requires ingenuity."
"You
billed yourself as a hat and rabbit trick."
"Yes,
but how many other magicians can pull a hat from
the rabbit?"
The next bestseller:
Harry Potter and 50
Shades of Twilight.
"The
bite marks mean one has been bitten by a zombie but the disease
didn't take hold. Like how small pox scars were a good thing.
Leastways,
that's what I told the wife."
"We all forget
more than we remember," the old man whispered. "If we could
not forget, there would be no joy in the world."
Imagine what the
world might be like if people realized they were supposed to think as
well as believe.
Having wisdom is
nothing. Printing it on a t-shirt to sell it is everything.
I have only had one
secret worth spilling.
Everyone who matters
knows it now.
So I must make a new
secret, find a new --
Oh. Wait. I have the
internet before me.
It will not be hard
to find a fetish.
Gods help me, not
hard at all.
from WIP:
No one had ever told me
there was a hierarchy among monsters. Probably because everyone else
figured it was self-evident.
Fun is being able to write the
following and have it make perfect sense (in context):
“A
dinosaur is not an angel.”
I imagine there is already a rush on to
schedule a date for the next apocalypse ... book yours early!
Fall
has come to dance
cool wind down hungry city streets
chapstick
to burnt-brown lawns
and
a false sense of spring
Among
the lows of his career, the Detective conceded that arresting Santa's
elves in the grotto for cocaine trafficking on the 23rd
of December ranked among the top five.
"The funny
thing about you? I mean, one of the really funny ones? The more you
speak, the less you actually say."
"A group of
frogs is an army of frogs! How could you not think that was
important?"
Proof kids ruin
everything: the last pair of shoes I bought had very poor stitching.
This
is all you need to know about the Chosen One, destined to save the
world:
No one has ever told
them 'no' in their entire life.
What kind of health
inspectors would Hell have?
Things that would be
fun: watching just the season finale of a TV series and judging the
entire season based on that.
The thing about
conspiracy theories is that they are extremely seductive: questioning
why one feels compelled to believing in/gravitate towards them as
explanations for events is also, in my mind, a very important thing
to do.
Loss and pain define
us as much as everything else. Most of the truly great magics are
borne from our helplessness: the desire to change the world in any
way, to do something, to make anything, that matters.
What if the extended
forecast for horoscopes was done up like a weather forecast?
Imagine what your
life would be like if you couldn't lie to anyone. You'd have to be
the most boring person who had ever lived.
From a WIP:
The demon's beauty
dials down to more human levels when he laughs; the laugh is
everything a laugh should be but seldom is, a wild call from the time
before words. "You're going to stop me with a knife?"
Dahvey just shrugs;
in his experience, most anything can be hurt by his knife and anyone
who says otherwise is just scared of getting cut.
Half a lifetime's
belief is shattered a moment later, the demon's smile never wavering
at all.
His smile was as
empty as a promise.
"I don't write
biography," he said coldly. "I find it's not graphical
enough."
To love too much is
not to love at all.
Every poem I write
about you is too long.
Her dream was so
small that it was so easy to forget she had one at all.
The only thing we
desire from the dead is silence.