Spying a lovely set of juicy pseudopods on a passing biome, the predator osmoses through turgid ethereal veils and unfurls its vibrating attractors. This Song of Love brought to you by The Art of WarA subliminal imprint, positioned at the proper moment in the media...

As children we are told by our mothers and grandmothers that love conquers all, and not only that, but it's all we need. 'Okay, makes sense,' we agree, and continue growing. As we do, these precepts serve as a logical basis for our ever-more-subtle ethical education,...

This morning, ignoring the slackers on the panhandle of this revolting cesspool of a city, stepping over the druggie bums while hurrying to digital servitude in order to pay off my future self for my present home entertainment system, I took a sip of my Starbuck's and...