sourquincelog [he/him]

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Cake day: May 5th, 2022

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  • Lady ordered “well done WELL DONE” pizzas from dominos. I did the usual +1-2 minutes more in the oven and noticed plenty of burnt cheese and toppings when I boxed it. Lady picked up the food and left. Fifteen minutes later, her redneck husband throws the boxes on the counter, asks for me, and demands I “cook this raw food” and threatens to pulls me over the counter.

    So I remake the pizzas and give them an extra +4 minutes (oven only takes 5) to where there was essentially a layer of char across the entire top of the pizza. I drive over and deliver the pizzas. Their son, who I went to school with, is walking around shirtless with a big iron cross tattoo on his chest. They approve the burnt pies and I go on my way, swearing to myself one day I’ll get out of this shithole town









  • THERE were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves