Monthly Archives: November 2017

No, Actually Fuck You, Bryan Cranston

“Listen, then, I am a woman, I. I know nothing of philosophical philanthropy. But I know what I have seen, and what I have looked in the face in this world here, where I find myself. And I tell you … Continue reading

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Siberian Horror

(The following is a work of fiction, except for the last line, which is true.) In the deepest darkest reaches of Siberia, there are areas where humans rarely if ever go. Not only because of the horrible winters, the summer … Continue reading

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