We live in A TURBULENT TIME, brothers and sisters..!

A time when NOTHING IS CERTAIN, when even the number and type of the forces arrayed against us are unknown..!

A time when even the simplest truths are CAST INTO DOUBT, when THE FACE OF EVIL is behind every veil, around every corner..!

This evil is so pernicious and vague, so COMMONPLACE, as to put ( Read more... )

Because I pose an existential threat to stupidity.

Would it be okay if I had an existential crisis? Am I allowed to do that? Is it seasonably appropriate to do so? If I asked you, would that make it somehow ironic and thus safer? Would I even use the phrase if I wasn't already having one ( Read more... )

I am a leaf on the breeze.

Witness bloody hand-to-hand combat, then give witness statement to the police, all while blitzed? DON'T MIND IF I DO.

1. Tell a girl which of the Furies she is in a poem you wrote
    A. She should guess, first
    B. See if she can guess who the other two are

2. Burn an old love letter
    A. That's not what it was
        i. technically, it was more like a lust letter
        ii. "One time Closer came on the radio and I couldn't stand to look at you."
    B. Burn it ( Read more... )

-Part of a work in progress. Feedback is welcome ( Read more... )

It's fascinating, reading back over the last year's entries. I'm in a way different place now ( Read more... )

Having trouble accounting for the sudden surge of bitter feelings around/ about the fact that I'm more or less out of her life, replaced by a supporting cast whose appeal is mostly opaque to me. I guess I took refuge in work friends, too, a few years ago: fled to the shallows when I felt deep-dwelling things brushing across my ankles. It's probably ( Read more... )

I will keep you all. You will come to my house and we will drink and I will feel this inscrutable sense of everything being right and well again. Zepplin will be on. We will tell stories. And everything will feel like it's worth it.