Author: Satan

The Perverse Punishments For Being Poor. “Tally ho, old chap. I see you are here to sweep the chimney. I shall be paying the usual...

**D**epression, ah, my dastardly nightmare. The distressing, dogmatic dumping of despair and anguish in my life. It is not just ”being sad”, and we can’t...

Hell. The darkness engulfed him. He knew how his tale would unfold like a TV rerun or a record skipping backwards. He had been here...

I once read a story; in that story, there was a man who wrote a message on some toilet paper. This tale was set in...

“Hello,” a voice said. The voice belonged to the woman I had spoken to and helped at the store. Why, indeed how, we had ended...

And finally, in week two of April, we are back to some kind of normality. I wrote about good things being in the shadow of...

I have to write something different. Lockdowns are an affront to my needs and desires. I have many things that I want to do but...

Okay, so what weirdo pulled the global pandemic from the hat of shitshows? I mean, for Christ’s sake, of all the things I see, I...

I never wanted to do therapy. We should be clear on that point before we begin. I tell you this not because I am sane,...