Art, Associative Thought, Misplaced Thoughts
Regrettably Pinpricked
Woke up in the lobby wearing nothing but five strategically placed cupcakes. Eyes feel like olives stabbed with little cocktail swords. -The Pinprick
I know I’ve written about Fireland before, but it should be generally known how much we’ve been enjoying the Pinprick immensely recently. The answer’s “immensely,” by the way.
There’s a strange resonance between the Pinprick and More regrettable incidents in a life filled with bitter remorse, by David Fullarton.
The former is peevish, the latter sullen. Together they are perfect company during an evening of brooding and Wahrsteiner Dunkel.




