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CategoryEmoji: A Level-Headed Look
The English language functions identically to a death cult.
On Moral Panic
April 1st. April Fool’s Day. Our birthday.
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.
On Louis C.K.
Misery Tourism’s theme for November is “abandoned work.” What follows (if I don’t give up now) is not an exercise in automatic writing so much as it is an exercise in agonized writing: the act of writing as self-imposed torture; writing without planning or outline because otherwise I would write nothing.
The Joker: A Review
The Joker. My god, The Joker.
the senseless crime
i just want to understand. this is me trying to understand.
Manifesto of a Predictive Text School Shooter
attention: family, friends, neighbors, and dylan klebold.
The Edgelord at 35
Cho Seung-Hui died like Jesus Christ, but I’ve outlived both of them now.
My Dream Date With Mr. Suicide
My Dream Date With Mr. Suicide
I dream of a suicide by sniper. In the end, that would be my preferred method of ending it all. One well-placed shot from out of nowhere placed th
Misery Tourism, Literally: The Wilson Street Memorial
The following is the first in a potential series of articles profiling depressing places and miserable locales. If you know of a particularly dispiriting hellhole or pit of despair