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Nihilism is not a plane of existence. Nihilism spikes through onto this plane, its chords gripping a human and then infecting. The infection makes its way on neural pathways- the human, unsuspecting. These humans then proceed to infect and debilitate a person who is beginning to make positive changes in their life because the infector cannot bare ( Read more... ) -
Shadows
Cool air and the back of my neck meet. I trust it. It is clean. Scotland holds her secrets close. The ghosts of the ancient Picts shadow me. There is a current message in their penetrating gaze haunting through masks of every shade of green. Conflicting opinions about specifics, people and situations, lacerate any peace I may have found on the ( Read more... ) -
Jealous
It should be no surprise that it is early July in London and feels more like a day in early spring than the middle of summer. But having said all of that, you can’t always blame the weather when in actuality it is circumstances that make you sweat. Frankly, even in L.A. when the Santa Anna’s are blowing and the average citizen has strapped him/ ( Read more... ) -
Photograph
Photograph
The bottle is empty. I’m still sober. The dawn intrudes, a welcome intrusion. I’m trying to piece it together. I imagined my father at the performance last night. There’s something in me that’s convinced sometime somewhere in his life he has been in Congress Hall. I rocked that fucker last night with every beat, with every pounding I ( Read more... ) -
Unrelenting Light
Big Girls don’t rain yellow showers
Unrelenting light. A sweet torture for some. Living in extremes of any kind will eventually push a person to their limits. The Fins live in extremes. I waded through a sea of black to reach the sound of pounding. An agonized voice laced with beauty I ( Read more... ) -
You Go First
My train pulled into the Berlin bahnhof at exactly 1330.The German train system purportedly runs like a Swiss watch. I can attest to that as upon arrival I set my watch to the ETA of 1330.
I flagged a taxi to take me to a memory - an area where “the wall” used to separate two vastly different ways of life. My BMW taxi made me feel ( Read more... ) -
Scar
He began with “Excuse me, but are you Pip so and so,”
I looked at him, not shocked but thrown off and suspicious because I have intentionally not exposed my last name, for my own reasons.
I answered him ‘Who wants to know and why?'.
“I'm sorry, I'm Connor and I believe I knew your father.”
‘You do, do you? Well, Connor, do you believe you knew ( Read more... ) -
American Doll Posse World Tour
Flying into London Heathrow several days ago I am reminded of an odd conversation that took place back home within the last few weeks, with Buzz - an old colleague of my Dad’s. Dad was always making trips to London through my growing up years. I somehow felt closer to him as I disembarked at Terminal 3. My mind dials back to a not too distant ( Read more... ) -
Anger
I look up from staring at the pond, or whatever you call this thing, where I remember having had that moment with Dad. I am here. I almost feel as if he were here too. I’ve walked miles and I begin to review today’s emotional shrapnel and all the destruction it has caused. Maybe I should have heard an alarm bell go off this morning when Mom was ( Read more... ) -
3. Bite down.
Bite down.
Bite down and swallow.
Swallow these words. My head is exploding but I have to swallow these words. Words that are loaded artillery. I’m pissed off. So what? Think pip.
“Think it through,” the ghost of dad is having to shout to be heard over my own Rant. And I must Rant. But I hoofed it out of the front line at work and refused to give ( Read more... )