The myriad ramblings, musings, observations, considerations, deductions, thoughts, philosophies, theories and deliberations of a cynical old bastard stuck in a cynical young bastard's body.

Read the Printed Word!


Dead shit floats.

hrokr, next time we’re in London, any chance you can take myself, ghostsflesh and scarrylegged trawlin’ the Thames for corpses?

This is a very good mix to listen to when reading. Absolutely wonderful,

To my followers.

When I inevitably unfollow you over the next week, know that it is not because I’ve fallen out of love with you. It’s simply because I’m deconstructing 17threasonforfallingoutofthesky bit by bit, saving the things that matter. YOu’ll all be bookmarked and re-followed once my new blog gets underway, so here’s hoping I’ll see you on the other side. =)