so sad


it’s easy to pretend there’s nothing wrong that you simply slept too long drank too much last night that a cold is coming on that it’s your losses in the market or the somber winter morning that oppress you   Read more ›

I Argue with God


I’m sick of all your sophistry your stories of how suffering somehow ennobles the spirit your assurances that we’re your chosen people. Chosen for what – the camps? OK you created death as the price we paid for knowledge as Read more ›