by William S. Burroughs
Warped tales of Gumby and his pony pal Pokie.
A daily series of the dull and mundane, brought to you by apathy and indifference. And to prove it, it won't even be daily.
22 March 2011
11 February 2011
The Fiend
Harold hid himself away like a hermit. He smoked pot, dreamed of a hair transplant, and masturbated to online porn. In the day he was a banker. A smart banker. A good banker. Smart suit, good hair. But at night he was a masturbator and a dope fiend. And nobody knew.
Until something happened which would change his life forever.
He died.
He died.
And they all looked at his browser history.
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