Cathairs, the universe and everything

Chris and Seth, founding members of Septicflesh (and their cute as a button daemon-familiar). I've been trying to tie loose ends f...

Art by Natalie Shau . That's what my (beloved) demons probably look like. Just a note before I close my eyes and drift off to dream...

Smell no evil either. I wish. (Warning: the following post will be unpleasant and disgusting. Continue reading at your discretion). ...

Had my heart broken twice in two days. I'll live, of course. I always live.  The title I used is a line from Under th...

So here is an interview I did more than fourteen years ago with Anders Iwers , the bassist of the Swedish death metal band Tia...

People have problems. Serious problems. They begin with the best of intentions and somewhere along the way they lose the plot.  ...

  I extend my hand in the twilight. The wind is blowing, the sky a mixture of blue and grey. The clouds travel fast, they rush out of ...

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...

"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable.&quo...

I recently read that grief isn't a process, but rather a new way of seeing things. It was one of the best ways I have seen ...

"What do you mean you want to check your Facebook? Surely you can fit us both on your lap while typing on the keyboard!" ...

My friend J. gave me to watch the old British sitcom Black Books . It's so funny it makes my knees rubbery. There are instances I ha...