That Shit Be At A Slant

Hello, I’m Mangus Khan, and for the next few minutes, I encourage you to walk into Madness with me. Come on in, Brave Souls. Watch where you step. There’s a ten-millimeter socket around here somewhere, which means we’ll probably find Jimmy Hoffa, Amelia Earhart, and evidence of intelligent life in Congress before we find that … Continue reading Some Shit Just Needs Fixing →

Hello, I’m Mangus Khan, and for the next few minutes, I encourage you to walk into Madness with me. Come on in, Brave Souls. Mind the papers. And don’t touch anything. Not because it’s evidence. I just haven’t figured out where the hell anything goes. There is a peculiar arrogance in believing every question has … Continue reading The Trouble with the Truth →

Hello, I’m Mangus Khan, and for the next few minutes, I encourage you to walk into Madness with me. Pull up a chair, Brave Souls. It’s raining. Not that gentle, contemplative rain people write poetry about. Not the kind tapping politely against a window while you sit inside wrapped in something soft, sipping coffee and … Continue reading Some Shit Just Has to Pass →

Hello, I’m Mangus Khan, and for the next few minutes, Brave Souls, I encourage you to walk into Madness with me. We are on a journey through the ordinary and mundane, where we take off the rose-colored glasses and look at things from a slightly different angle. For the next few minutes, reality will slant. … Continue reading The Cost of Stillness →

Episode 2: Hello, I’m Mangus Khan, and for the next few minutes I encourage you to walk into Madness with me. There is an hour the clocks don’t talk about. Most people sleep through it. Babies dream through it. Lovers roll closer together without knowing why. Somewhere, bread begins to rise. Somewhere else, a life … Continue reading The Three O’Clock Crowd →