As the winter wonderland settles in here at the asylum, (16 inches of snow and counting) and it’s not even that night where you dish
Author: Decker
Usually bemused by the current nuttiness of the modern world and attempting to maintain my wits by writing about it all
Oblivious Skating
The gatekeepers of modern day f**kery are all about, like the infectious virus you can’t see but is there, nonetheless. And just like the chemically
Moments Ago
“Moments Ago” A Short Story *** I remembered her every day of my life. Long since setting her free from me, I could, on this
Sunday Baroque
Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of
Saturday Jazz
“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” ― Louis Armstrong *** Hat tip this Saturday morn, to an individual who has they’re
Mind Meld
On the psychopath’s playground (earth), the demons frolic while the insouciant cast their gaze downward to check out the latest idiocy emitted from their hand-held
Dispatches from the Asylum 