Cathairs, the universe and everything

And so I'm reading. I'm re-reading bits of my saga, which I wrote in 1999 and 2000. Yellowed pages that smell good, and have water s...

"Hi ho, nobody home, love nor hope nor honour have I none, yet I will be merry..." The song of the dispos...

It's one of those frustrating nights. I'm frantically looking for something, but it eludes me in the same frantic manner. I ju...

Spider Jerusalem. My kind of hero. I'm fed up with Facebook. I follow people who regularly upload posts on animals that need hel...

I have a brain like an artichoke right now, so maybe writing a blog post is not a good idea. But to hell with it. I have made up my...

She is closing the shop. The sun has set. She looks at the pinkish-blue sky. There are five chemtrails from airplanes. No wo...

  I haven't gone anywhere near Dir en Grey for two years now, maybe more. When I do, I remember you are gone and get depressed. ...