My neck and shoulders are killing me. Hard to focus on writing about murder, doom, shagging, our hopeless future & other comedy etc etc.

Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!

Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.

That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

I grew up in the 80s in England: we'd wake up each morning and look out the window to see if the government had finally put Daleks on the streets.

Read comics. All comics. And then cut them open to steal their power.