I quite forgot running this little piece. I even forgot writing it. Is there a… Read the postNo Year’s Eve
In the back of my laboratory, Safely locked, Is where the things I oughtn’t do… Read the postIn The Back Of My Laboratory
About my cocktail, before you begin it, kindly put an umbrella in it. In fact,… Read the postAn Ode To The Cocktail Umbrella
“It’s like this,” Bud said. “From the literature, many people would have the best outcomes… Read the postWishlister
One of the problems of creating an imaginary culture is that people wonder what the… Read the postVillainpunk is…(the sequel!)
Solstice comes; the Fall is broken, shattered, torn apart by icicle-teeth. This place, long dying,… Read the postWinter Solstice 2020
If you want it to move, then you must move it; that is the invariant… Read the postNothing Moves Unless
Where would Villainpunks be without sumptuous meals upon which to dine in celebration of the… Read the postIntroduction To “The Villainpunk’s Cookbook”
Once, there was a small Death Star. Perhaps it wasn’t small compared to a Tie… Read the postThe Little Death Star That Could Explode
In strange and ugly parts of my mind, not even dark corners but pieces which… Read the postThe Witch-Hunter’s Regret