Cheap! But not as cheap as your girlfriend.

Writing is basically a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I’m pretty sure.

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

Tradition - one of those words conservative people use as a shortcut to thinking.

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.

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

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?