twbs rulez – [DOOR FLIES OPEN]

Wednesday Motivational: Listening

I hate macho crap. The aggro, the bluster, the catcalls, the “words are for PUSSAYS” of it all. It’s a gushing blast of testosterone…

tWBS died a year ago. It’s still shocking because tWBS was so alive—combative, emphatic, warm… He could take any Russian in a freezer vodka…

Senor Weaselo stands at the edge of the Purgatory’s peak, the edge of the Earthly Paradise. Yes, Glasgow Fog in hand. His duty complete,…

Night on top of the mountain of Purgatory. tWBS: So, what’s gonna happen? Senor: Beats me. After all, I’m not gonna be with you.…

tWBS: Why am I nervous? Senor: Because as I said, this is the lust terrace upcoming, and you posted compilations of sexy pictures on…

Place and time: Walking up into the sixth terrace of Purgatory, right after Mozart ditched them. tWBS: You know, I’ve been wondering. I’ve gone…

Place: Walking into the fifth terrace of Purgatory, when… Voice: Adhaesit pavimento anima mea. My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me with Your…

It’s the next morning on Purgatory. tWBS: Hey, wake up. Senor: Ugh, I slept like I was on a rock. (He checks his “pillow.”)…

Senor: …Seamus? tWBS has a hand on his head and a hand on the ground to try and prevent himself from falling. Because falling…