oct 18 in idea barrages

The ultimate ramifications of the cattle getting into the marijuana patch were uncertain but they knew this much: the steaks were high.

“Do Diverse Androids Dream of Eclectic Sheep?”

A poetry collection that comes as little folded up individual poems in a mock-up of a tortilla chip bags called “A Hint of Rhyme”. Maybe you’d do a normal book pressing of it too but this’d be, like, the collectors’ version of particular giving patrons of your work.

Too much of the American psyche is built on magical thinking. If one believes the Horatio Alger myth, the lie of the self-made baron, upon which so many of our worst horrors, it’s not that far from believing ones faith or “toughness” can exempt them from a pandemic.

Lord Voldemort’s less-evil Lord Baltimore has an oriole familiar and mostly just forces people to pretend that crab cakes are tasty.

Discover a new addition to the periodic table. Name it “Booium” so that it can be The Element of Surprise.

Oh, they never were the Silent Majority. They were the Fascist Plurality, of course, but if we’re united against them, they don’t stand a chance. As long as we’re not ideologue edgelords and we can compromise with each other against them, they’re done.

A cosmopolitan setting with a bugbear sherriff they called “the Long Arms of the Law”.