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Creative Unease
On the upper floor of my house I have a large room furnished with a single persian rug that I call The Dojo of Deprivation. On the outside of the door I have a sign that says: "Kris's room. The Dojo of Deprivation. Keep out." And two skulls and crossbones f... read moreWhere, What and How
People often say to me: 'Kris, why are you walking around clutching a jar full of wasps to your chest?' And I just say, 'I'm befriending them in case of a wasp plague.' It feels nice when people worry about me. Lately it has been pointed out that very littl... read moreSubscribe to our Newsletter
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life can be so sad (cheer up)
Sometimes I play this videogame called The Sims and the little people keep having emotional breakdowns and wind up defecating in their neighbor's kitchens at 3am, or entering other Sim's bedrooms to watch them make-out while they daydream about nachos. God is playing 7 billion games of The Sims. Man, that sure is a lot of thoughts about nachos. see card
its all lies (workplace)
Some of my closest friends are managers. It's a perfectly respectable job, especially for people who are unable to do anything else. And I get along fine with managers, once they've learned how much easier it is to not ask me questions, like: 'what is it you do here, Kris?' or 'why won't you give me back those compromising photos?' On the whole I'd be bored without them. see card
not half so adventurous (flirting)
May 9th is National Lost Sock Memorial Day. I believe that every washing machine manufactured after 1963 was designed to eat precisely one sock per month, just to keep everybody in the consumer world a little off-balance. So where do all the socks go? They're sacrificed, with noble intent, for our collective unease. It's a religion I'm starting. And, of course, I'll be taking donations... see card