Author Archives: Max T Kramer
Here’s a thing for you to read
I don’t post much of my actual fiction to this blog, for various reasons, not the least of which is that i’m still not fully certain that any of you savages can actually read, so what’s the point really. Additionally, … Continue reading
Wherein I gain and lose a sheikdom
It began as an impossible dream, a desire to display my modest winter beard to the greatest purveyors of facial pubage in all the lands of men, the wise and whiskered beardmen of Arabia. Unfortunately, as a white American male, my safe travel … Continue reading
What happened to you snow? You used to be cool.
I mean, technically you’re still cool. You’re frozen water. But, y’know…you’re not awesome anymore. It’s snowing where I live. What a pain in the ass. I hate it, and I hate that I hate it. Snow used to be pure … Continue reading
A question for artists
I can’t write happy. I also can’t paint happy, or draw happy, or build happy. The act of creation for me, is not a pretty or tranquil process. Nearly all of my creative energy is rage based. Luckily, I have … Continue reading
Is Santa Claus a God?
What came first? Man? Or his Gods? Most religions would have you accept an origin myth where a God or Gods have always existed since the beginning of beginnings, and then, whether through design, or desire, or hideous accident, at some … Continue reading
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