Tag: art
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Musings
In my experience, the stories we tell ourselves (about ourselves) are some of the most powerful spells we can cast on our behavior and perceived quality of life. That’s why I think it’s productive to look inward, and examine what I’d like to adopt as a narrative.
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Grammar Nazi Prime races ahead of me. “Victory is mine!” He snatches Aladdin’s Lamp and gives me the finger. “Now you will pay for besmirching grammar and diction!” “Wait!” I extend a hand. “You don’t have to—” The lamp emits a blinding flash. AFTER SPACE-TIME CALMS BACK DOWN… What the…someone taped me to the back…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the pissing contest is happening, all you urinary warriors who find yourself facing off against your penile archnemesis at the most primal of arenas (side-by-side urinals), it’s off to the races, you start with a moderate stream, he matches it, you increase 10 PSI, he matches it, 10 more PSI, he matches it, sweat…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
KCHOOM. I rocket out of Kent’s wiener toward my long-awaited destiny. I’m Kent21909348, one of billions of sperm in his Spermatazoic Marine Corps. Pretty soon, I’m gonna make it to the egg and fulfill my calling. My raison d’être is to become a fully formed human, and while I love my brother sperm, I’ll be…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the jerk-a-thon is happening, all you dickbeaters who’ve shot load after load and drained yourself down to the last remaining iota of life force, you now resemble that old lady from Titanic who goes “It’s been 84 years” but you keep whacking and shooting until your wiener looks like the beef jerky version of…
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Musings
Ironically, I find my optimal state of self-perception arises from stillness and present-moment focus (where the perception is directed away from the surface self, and arguably allows a visceral perception of the greater self). A sense of well-being spontaneously arises, without any prompting whatsoever, which leads to me feeling good about myself for no tangible…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dick-cheese is happening, all you well-washed folks who’ve come across that dude we all fucking know that hoards smelly human dairy within their cracks and crevices and now they’ve gone full-on supervillain and decided to leap into the tristate water reservoir, it leads a top-ranking general to look you gravely in the eye…
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Musings
In my experience, the quality and direction of my inner state is a big determinant of whether or not I enjoy my life. Outwardly, I may have to oppose or contradict, out of practicality or imminent concern. If that comes from a place of shortage–desire to control, out of insecurity or egotism (maybe they’re the…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Look at these he-Whore!” Wonder Woman grabs my pecs, gives them both an appreciative heft, then sticks her tongue out for the camera as Lois snaps a couple pics. “Tight like bongos!” She drums them with horned-up coke-powered energy. “Damn straight!” Lois snorts a line off the top of my wiener. “And look at this…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the apoca-shit is happening, all my fellow poopers who’ve eaten too much spiciness and are now exerting Keanu Reeves-worthy levels of strain on the toilet, trying to get out all the nasties but it’s gone too far, your eternal soul is crowning from the rim of your dirt-star, it screams at you in its…
Kent Wayne 