
Stick Your Dick In These Mashed Potatoes
(It’s that Kinda Party)
This happens to a lot of people. You’re not dying. You’ve got this.
Just my inner dialog whilst doing yardwork. And shit.
They’re just tiny feathered dinosaurs that shit breakfast.
Don’t fucking eat that, dumbass.

Mental Fucking Health
A new perspective can set your ass free!
The storm of tragedy & suffering is one thing but it’s the lightning bolt of disappointment that will really fuck you up.
How much of your life have you wasted wishing?
It’s about forgiving… Yourself.
If you’re going through it this is for you.
About Rusty Eyeball
Pop Goes the Wee Soul
Consciousness. It’s called the hard problem of science. And yet this mysterious fucking thing is fundamental to our experience of reality. If we turn our inherent awareness inward, if we fold our lucidity back on itself, our experience of mundane existence can become fucking extraordinary.
I symbolize this fundamental, ineffable but intimate wakefulness behind our thoughts with an eyeball. Not because sight is a singular metric of experience. But because I fucking like eyeballs.
Shit I Do to Stay Out of Trouble (It’s Not Working)
A chronicle of the last few days of our old lives.
Sort of an apocalyptic zombie and Zen sandwich slathered with gun oil and served with a side of dumbassery.
Kind of a Tim Burton, Monte Python, Evil Dead mashup. It’s gonna get weird….
Sampling Irish whiskeys in the most ridiculous way possible.

Go the Fuck Outside
Let’s get all Zen & shit.
Maybe you just need a change of scenery.
Cum to the Sonoran desert with me & your Mo… I mean with me & Ferniculous.
Ok it’s actually Junkadolia…
Who the Fuck Am I?
About Shawn Boland
Hello, my name is Shawn and my pronouns are “Fucker”, “Hey You” and “You Can’t Say That on Social Media!”
And I suppose that’s why we’re here. I didn’t build a website though just to be able to say fuck as much as I want. I mean, I do have a fondness for colorful expletives. But fuck it. I built a website so that we can be free of algorithms and huge money making platforms that use us as both product and consumer within the parameters that they dictate in order to maximize their ad revenue. Think about that. You are both the consumer and the product. WTF, right?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, it got us all to this point after all. It connects people and ideas, so it’s not all bad.
Poetry & Shit
The storm of tragedy & suffering is one thing but it’s the lightning bolt of disappointment that will really fuck you up.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Ok, here’s the deal. If you would like to have the option to see every single fucking thing I post each week as opposed to allowing an algorithm to determine whether you see it or not, it’s simple. Plug in your email and every Monday I’ll email you the Weekly WTF with links to every damn thing I’ve done and whatever I have to say about it and whatever extra shit I decide to put in it.
Philosphy & Shit
Wanna see what’s behind those pesky fucking thoughts?
You’ll figure it out.
Transcend language, transcend yourself.
Relax into who you already are.
So fucking know it!
Wanna glimpse your true nature? Step right in!