Not the eternal 'you'll-burn-in-hell' admonition from parents, nuns and priests received by millions of adolescents. Now, it's your face that is the forbidden body part.
Quietly closing the door behind her, stripping off her gloves, sliding out of her mask, she kept repeating "Don't touch yourself" although she desperately craved the feel of her own fingers.
by Monkey's Dad May 15, 2020

Chronicling the transformations of the world, from its creation to its breakdown, due to the coronavirus and the self-deification a Julius Caesar wannabe, Covid's Metamorphoses will be read in the 22nd Century as a charming fable of humanity as it once was.
by Monkey's Dad October 07, 2020

by Monkey's Dad April 24, 2020

A complaint that isn't.
An actor's lament that while he could recently walk the streets unnoticed, fans now come up to him for selfies.
An actor's lament that while he could recently walk the streets unnoticed, fans now come up to him for selfies.
Her complain't that men looked desirously upon her when she entered a room would, in a few years time, become a genuine complaint that no one looked anymore.
by Monkey's Dad April 04, 2020

She felt the weight of her uncertain future, more than ever, unable to predict or imagine the world which awaited.
by Monkey's Dad May 12, 2020

He sanitized his hands after touching any item, even if it had been sitting undisturbed on his desk for years. 'You can never be too careful', he said aloud, every few minutes, in denial of his isopropyl alcoholism.
by Monkey's Dad April 25, 2020

She didn't want a respirator, didn't want to expire. Her inspiration was that once the pandemic passed she might breathe with other people, her conspiracy theory, and it filled her with hope.
by Monkey's Dad April 27, 2020
