More Than True, A journal of. Published under the auspices of the HiSky* Trust, founded 1957 to promote disorder. (*Hiss-Key)
HiSky Trust ReviewThis Black Friday one could find excellent deals on those little machines that measure sadness.
Why would one build or purchase a machine which measures sadness? Because otherwise one would have sadness without measure.
I’m a tragedian. But, in my defense, I do write delightful poems about Arabian one-humped camels.
If I met a dromedary/ I would never make him carry/ packs or parcels here nor there/ nor set him up with a polar bear.
Read an extract from Noah Cicero’s dystopian novel at Dazed Digital.
She smiled at me. The smile was false. She was smiling because she considered it the thing to do when meeting someone. I smiled back. My smile was false.
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Lou: Who’s on first?
Bud: No one knows.
Lou: Surely someone knows?
Bud: What does it matter.
This conversation continues until one of the participants dies of a heart attack.
Approximately 43 years.
Third Base!
Evil twins are unhappy about the loss of half their potential. They never feel as evil as they could have been. This feeling of inadequacy makes them more evil, as the result is they try harder. As their plans get more intricate therein lies the flaw. The chance for failure grows exponentially. Begin again at the start of the paragraph. This is the evil twin conundrum.
A few years ago I got a haircut at a home salon which advertised with a homemade sign planted at the side of the driveway.
I was sat in the chair and prepped. She started cutting. Within seconds she attempted small talk.
“So, you have a girlfriend?”
“No,” I said.
“Why not!” she said loudly. “Are you the gay?”
That is my friend Jodi‘s favorite story about me getting a haircut. But, in all fairness, it may be my only story about me getting a haircut.
(see also this story about a robot barber)
An excerpt from Shards, WIP.
When I was but a lad. My cat killed a rat. The rat was left outside the door. I stepped outside the door, wearing no shoes, and ended up with the rat attached to the bottom of my foot. I hopped about on one foot. The other foot, with rat attached, hanging in the air. The rat, dead though it was, would not let go.
In the existential hotel are two rooms with an adjoining door. In one room the door leads in, the other out. It is a point of contention.
— David Raffin (@David_Raffin) September 27, 2013
Obama meets with Bush to get advice about how to proceed in Syria.
Obama: I don’t understand. I mean, you made it all seem so easy. How do I get approval for military action in Syria?
Bush: Your mistake is in asking for permission. If you want to bomb a country, you just do it.
Obama: I see. You’re saying “it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.”
Bush: Exactly. (Pause) What’s forgiveness?
David Raffin
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