Mind the doors!

Forever.

I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter, I'd like to sail a ship into the sun.

This is the 16th anniversary of the Tearoom of Despair and, more worryingly, my 50th birthday. I've spent a lot of time recently wondering what was the single best song of the past five decades I've been alive on this planet, and after all that consideration, I can honestly say it's Cough Syrup by the Butthole Surfers. Just the best.

Please don't drop me home.

Take pride in code words.

You don't know what it's like.

I bit my tongue and bled the truth.

My fellow humans matter to me.

Gone the clouds.