Brad Neely

@bradneely.bsky.social

China, IL. Wizard People, Dear Reader. Harg Nallin Sclopio Peepio. George Washington. Baby Cakes. Creased Comics. Queeblo. YouTube: TheRealBradNeely Buy my novel: You, Me, and Ulysses S Grant https://www.amazon.com/You-Me-Ulysses-S-Grant/dp/1684429757?fb

“Maybe feeling fractured and spread out and distracted and dead and stupid is the secret to becoming one with the universe.” — An idiot-looking dummy on a wellness convention panel with all the other kooks looking on and nodding in absentminded affirmation

“All the bad stuff I used to make fun of has now happened to me! So there is a god!” —bald guy inspecting his baldness in the mirror with Siamese twin babies crying in the background and a wife visible through the front window leaving him for another man with great hair

A person at a party near a bookcase holds up a book titled “how to fuck” and laughs at it, but the dismissive host takes a sip of special wine and says, “Yes, but I wrote it.”

“Everything is so crazy now.” —Someone who is not crazy to someone else that is also not crazy about a decidedly commonplace (albeit crazy) environment and/or experience

“I found answers! Now I can enjoy life!” — A transformed person bursting juicily out of a chrysalis with dripping angel wings and a really cool style (while drab, uncool onlookers crane upward at him painfully)

“Yeah, I knew God.” —Interviewee exhaling cig-smoke, leaning against the wall out back of the restaurant watching the sunset in his downtime before the next shift