We had high hopes for this place. Mainly because I liked the sound of the name. Wasabisabi! We’re going to Wasabisabi! Yabadabee! You get the drift. Anyway. First impressions were excellent. Dra… more →
Bite me, Hong Kong.B.I. Kukla wrote 4 months ago: so you ate that apple and got constipated with good and evil that apple is like cholesterol to your … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 5 months ago: optimal malady malfunctioning system of neurons the reasons for not loving whom you love by virtue o … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 5 months ago: missed by a thousand of light years his love did not reach me sheets wrinkled in frowns touch did no … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: primordial pragma magma practical joke or logical monster philosophical stone or cotton candy univer … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: trivial bohemian from antedelusion era copper trash can in a witch’s hat bleeding in heart tin heart … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: i am powerlessness of the Almighty a hole in Heaven fog in the light of Truth cold shiver in God’s t … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: why do they hate it so much they hide it they pretend it’s not there they turn their eyes away they … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: He was one boring angel His love was simplest rhythm day by day or was it just my heart or was it hi … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: he spoke a poem with his silent walk away she announced a war of laughter he recited hands on love e … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 6 months ago: #me { freakiness: bold; stocking-runs: 12; dirt-under-my-nails: black; boots: oversized; heartbreak- … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 7 months ago: the fire of your heart boiling lava lava or love love or life burning burning burning melted mountai … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 7 months ago: There is going to be a Word from the Angel of the Harvest to give village folks the rest from their … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 7 months ago: from the ancient forests comes the consuming fire of the Word bring me some milk bring me some honey … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 7 months ago: it wasn’t always silent it once had a potent voice it sang psalms in the wilderness it roared in a c … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 7 months ago: Steel and glass cemetery of unknown giants the untouchable wind sweeps thoughts away stairway to com … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 8 months ago: there was art there were colorful clothes there was music there was wine [in vino veritas] there wer … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 8 months ago: I’m eating a strange apple its flesh tastes like wet street dirt have you ever fallen down on your f … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 8 months ago: The spring when I was thirteen was unfolding very slowly for a reason secret reason my mother said: … more →
B.I. Kukla wrote 8 months ago: seemingness of shadowy substance snow or steel wool searching for a path of light on the dark face o … more →