Epipsychologist : Writing

Why People Clap for Me

Why People Clap for Me

A Story by Epipsychologist


That disease made me subhuman, and they don’t need to care why or how or what now
Justice in Our World and That of Others

Justice in Our World and That of Others

A Story by Epipsychologist


“Tonight, we cut out the middleman.”
For sale: Free Will. Never used.

For sale: Free Will. Never used.

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Remember that every single one of your ancestors fell in love and hated. Every one of them had to live a life and die like you do
My New Pick-Up Line, Ladies

My New Pick-Up Line, Ladies

A Story by Epipsychologist


Am I Bipolar? Whatever.
Mirror and Lamp Art

Mirror and Lamp Art

A Story by Epipsychologist


An infinity of moments.
Who Could have Known?

Who Could have Known?

A Story by Epipsychologist


The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!
Heavenly Spheres

Heavenly Spheres

A Poem by Epipsychologist


A sunroof
Deep Sea Driving

Deep Sea Driving

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Things really take a turn for the worst (immediately commits self immolation for saying that).
Chester Pugilists (My First Time)

Chester Pugilists (My First Time)

A Story by Epipsychologist


A non fiction piece about... well, you'll see.
Fence Hopping

Fence Hopping

A Poem by Epipsychologist


It feels like I've been running for a long, long time, and now I've hopped a fence and act casual. And pretend that my blood isn't pumping like a shot..