Category Archives: Vice

The temptation that courts us against our reason.

How Much is Your Time Worth

Think about how much your time is worth. If you’re having a hard time then think about how much you would like it to be worth, let’s say, in a year. How about $1,000,000 a year? That seems like a very comfortable number to me. Continue reading

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Love

The worst thing you can do is fall in love… You should avoid falling in love at all costs.

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Awareness – LSD

It is what we become, how we define ourselves, by our awareness. After our hopes leave — one after the other — we panic as we near our psychological death. Our capitalist, secularist, society leaves no room for spiritual growth, … Continue reading

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Sex and Coffee

So you want a fucken story. Well I’ll tell you a fucken story. Frank and Jill hook up. Oh yeah, full of passion and hate and boredom, and in the end, an ending. But this story is not about love … Continue reading

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Frank and Jill

Frank walked into the old bank. Men were hanging lights on rafters and women were taking notes. His eyes wandered endlessly. Orders where handed out sporadically. He took a seat in the middle of the room and watched. A girl … Continue reading

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Jack and Jill

The rain was pounding outside. It always rained after sex. Jack lay in bed with Jill. Jill lay in bed asleep. The covers were on the floor.   Jack lay on his back looking up at the ceiling, listening to … Continue reading

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After Betty’s

A mild sedative force took hold of Jack. The smoke crept into his left eye and caused a tear to escape. He was dehydrated and needed another drink. The bottle in front of him was empty. So was his wallet. … Continue reading

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