Welcome. Anonymous Author holds a mirror to the face of humanity, asking what it really means to be human,

and in doing so blurs the line between what is good and bad writing.

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Thursday, December 30, 2010


Once you've read this, think to yourself for a moment before walking away a little less satisfied than you expected to be.

Monday, December 27, 2010


He knew everything except how to stop being the way he was.

Saturday, December 25, 2010


On this day of materialism and its unabashed promotion, take a moment to consider those who are so deprived they are only able to exchange glances.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Metaphysical Fridays.

What is na├»ve realism with regards to the correlation between the objective universe and the phenomenal world? 

Thursday, December 23, 2010

People who bother me.

People whose confidence is actually rented superiority bother me.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


I frequent cocktail bars and have a penchant for women of scant virtue.

Monday, December 20, 2010


Angst-ridden people experience greater time expansion in response to equal threat stimuli.

Friday, December 17, 2010


What is 'nothing'? To explore 'nothing' as the entity out of which everything emerges you must abandon logic. Nothing is not the absence of 'something'. Contemplate 'nothing' and you notice the character of your mood. 'Nothing' is what produces a feeling of dread or angst. This intense feeling is your clue to the nature and actuality of 'nothing.'

Thursday, December 16, 2010

People who bother me.

People who are Russian wizards bother me.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


He now faced more peril from the mortally maligned antagonist. Disaffection has the effect of affecting those who, truth be told, are most ineffective.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010


At any moment you’ll be discovered and thrust deeply into the bitter truth of this place. Who said that? 
The author didn’t allocate the line to a character, and was undecided whether or not to include it. There was a chance critics may pounce on it as being autobiographical; that the author’s recent drugs charges would be smudged faintly but indelibly like a watermark on every page. Every fiction must embrace unavoidable elements of fact.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Metaphysical Fridays.

A morning-glory gives me more pleasure than the metaphysics of gardening.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

People who bother me.

People who write to hide in iridescent dreams what's left of what we are and what we could be, after taking the lion's share of my money, my time and my mind, bother me.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


At any moment you'll be discovered and thrust deeply into the bitter truth of this place.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


He needed to be written out of my life, but could not be for fear of dullness. His fury contrived to clash with my desire for a serene lifestyle; lounging pool-side under impossibly clear skies, or in cafes, the coffee unlimited, the newspapers and magazines delivered to my table with double chocolate brownies, or wandering aimlessly around the city, vicariously absorbing the sensation of people going about their work and play. This idyllic routine was tempered by his stifling existence. He was my dramatic tension.

Friday, December 3, 2010


Why did the man climb a lamp post next to the motorway with 4 watermelons in a backpack? 

Because he had a degenerative disease of the mind and had lost touch with reality.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

People who bother me.

People with convex philtrums bother me.