- About Cadbury Fife
- Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- Cadbury’s Super Adventures of Daily Living
- Cadbury’s Sociological Analytics Club
- Cadbury’s Detritus Dump
- Cadmium’s Poetic Funpark of Despair
- The Archives
- The Case Of The Missing Self
- 1: The appointment, so called
- 2: Please do not take a seat
- 3: Squander my solitude with your presence
- 4: A troubled woman in a dirty window
- 5: The ratatat madness of human affairs
- 6: All runners secretly feel like criminals
- 7: Only Cadbury Fife can solve your case backwards
- 8: Some type of high-society circus clown
- 9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
- 10: A silent killer with a feather duster
- 11: People are toxic to the human condition
- 12: The warm heartless shoulders of the world
- 13: The Moth Epidemic in the East
- 14: The tragic outcome of our continued existence
- 15: Contemplating murder or suicide
- 16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- 17: Relationships for the underslime
- 18: The ultimate act of dance destruction
- 19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms
- 20: Coming from an axis of dementia
- 21: Juggle all the world’s detritus
- 22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good
- 23: To vaporize, vanish, blink out like a black light in the void of the night
- 24: Like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence
- 25: Burrowed into its bamboozling heart
- 26: It was the Detection Party
- 27: More frustrating than a bottle of frustration pills
- 28: A lot of squirming in the room
- 29: Pulling wet, wriggling desires from the depths
- 30: The problem with Modern, Historic, and Ancient Detectives
- 31: Sorry for moving quickly, people, but there’s no time for this
- 32: Ego bubbles, designed to give you boners of the head
- 33: A hard demonic presence in between layers of silken skin and cloth
- 34: The presumably depraved monster-gentleman
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5: The ratatat madness of human affairs
Solitude was bliss, for Cadbury Fife. Bliss undisturbed by the ratatat madness of human affairs and the ceaseless clanking of the machinery that held things together. Of course, this time of bliss was usually spent planning his own affairs and how much ratatat madness they would … Continue reading
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4: A troubled woman in a dirty window
Through her Gin & Lemonade, Selia stared the evening storm down. It had begun pouring rain outside her home and she felt very wet, though outside her skin she was as dry as a bone. Her thoughts ricocheted between acquiescence and … Continue reading
3: Squander my solitude with your presence
Returning to Cadbury’s office, Selia again found herself disoriented. The ambiance had shifted dramatically and now resembled something akin to a sauna room at a morgue. A dankness had also swept the outside sky and either night was falling early, or … Continue reading
2: Please do not take a seat
The reception at Cadbury’s Detective Agency was a sordid affair, overrun with trinkets from eras that either were long past or yet to arrive. Entering from a new direction Selia noticed that it looked like an entirely different room, an … Continue reading
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1: The appointment, so called
Slapping the private entrance to his office as he walked through it, Cadbury Fife had arrived. He calmly oriented himself behind his desk and then, just as he was deliberating between placing his feet on the desk and placing his … Continue reading
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How I found love at the shopping mall
I fell in love with a corpse in a stairwell, I fell into a corpse that I saw swinging, It fell into my path of parabolic love swinging from a stairwell ceiling, With love but not feeling I was unexpected … Continue reading
Everything is sad except for sadness itself
Events occurring one level above real Floating in crowds in total blindness Chatting to masked men in alleys in the city Whispering harsh platitudes to walls Re: the murder Everything is sad now ‘Cept sadness itself Killings planned out in … Continue reading
It Seems That I Recovered You
I remembered you in that moment, Staring for no adequate reason across rocks and loose binding meanings. Holding strings of touch and taste together, Kicking dust and watching clouds resultant. Eventually I began to walk. I swung my arms in … Continue reading
God’s Most Gracious Gift
As a little girl Jean spent her time Waiting for God’s most gracious gift To be delivered to her In sandals and in dresses Learning how to be curved Jean stood by roadsides in different countries Waiting She drank poisons … Continue reading
San Francisco: The Rub
The smell of you is revolting The decay of flesh breaking away From the humanity Being reborn here In the hills In the urine strained streets Burbling hobo techno homo sexual suction action Getting traction on the clickety clack Boardwalks … Continue reading