Land of Diskgrinder

 Part of the reason why I am starting up this posting platform again is because I’m trying to remember a poem that I wrote about my parents ...

 So I’ve been posting on blue sky recently, but now I think I need to go back to this because there’s certain things I want to say in a much...

 

Happy new year

    You are correct that it is not respectful or appropriate to mix religious beliefs with psychological advice or treatment. Religious beli...

  How do you know you are providing accurate information? Is there a ‘you’ there As an artificial intelligence, I am designed to use the dat...

  I’ve got nails in my palms   I’ve got nails in my palms, I’ve got nails on my palms, And a couple in my feet. Roll the boulder I’m not get...

It sounds like you have an interesting premise for a story set in an alternate history. In this world, Albonia is a country that has been sh...

  The use of technology, such as video conferencing, to facilitate face-to-face interactions has certainly had an impact on the philosophy o...

 The living daylights are a series of orange squares, each one an animated diorama, that get knocked out of you by angry mums

  There was a thing that happened when he came. We'd been waiting for about an hour, mostly in silence except for the rustle of another ...

   In the sullen dormitory He spat and he spluttered and walked up and down the ranks of bunks. He swore and coughed. His head down and forw...

Normal numbers are quite interesting - they have every substring of numbers in them. So an encoding of every book is in them, if you use, fo...

just checking in after a brief hiatus isn’t it 

Continuing the story. Where was I? Oh yes, up a hill with spiders in tins and talking baboons. Just there. right where I ought to be.

Not gone away. Just resting

Now, just now it clears And forms are filled in, dry and brittle The thing finishes The over, the just gone, the signed away The bri...

The gust of belched air comes across the dark green dark of the moor, as does the werewolf. His mouth is spittled and raw, his breath is str...

is some melancholic zone, where yellow acid colours bleed. a corner in an architecture where he can sit and contemplate the stone, and the ...

Up the fucking motorway one two many times this month. Leave at shit o'clock in the morning in the polluter (new name for van) when it...

Off of the usual, retracting here

Sometimes I wish I could turn that off And become as one with the mouth breathers To let my inner idiot have full reign To abrogate my moral...