For a great span of time, I wished to become a ghost. Not to die, but to become invisible, imperceptible to anyone and everything for the sake of observation, but also of protection. This world is a nest of vipers, and their venom is as lethal and debilitating as any. To move unnoticed among the … Continue reading “And Here It Is…”
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“Nothing”
The other night, I asked my wife to put a funnel up my ass and fill it with Drano. Of course, she did not comply with my wishes, but the idea of turning my innards into a slurry of dead, wet slop and cleaning chemicals amused me more than it should have. I'm not well.
4.7.21
For me, creation is a solitary voyage. It’s difficult to unburden myself from the distractions of fatherhood, work, and other responsibilities at length, and so I often find myself in a slump of inactivity as far as my more personal endeavors are concerned, and that’s when the seeds of doubt truly begin to germinate in … Continue reading 4.7.21
Blog – 12/14/2020
Today was a bad day: not a miserable day or nightmarish or horrible, but just bad, made so by trivial things at my day job. I’m not going to let that spoil my evening though, and thus far the evening has been pretty good thanks to a small but filling meal prepared by my missus … Continue reading Blog – 12/14/2020
“Shackles of Malaise”
Comfort and contentment are the enemy of productivity. I’ve grown too comfortable, too complacent; I’m much more apt to produce when I feel a balance between anxiety and despair or acceptance of my circumstances, where the former is a driving force demanding escape or death, and the latter state of acquiescence only keeps me still … Continue reading “Shackles of Malaise”
“Crossing the Rubicon”
The past week or so has been a time of quiet reflection for me, as nearly everything apart from “essential businesses” is still closed and, apart from work, I’ve been home-bound. While this imposed isolation has been emotionally trying at times, my cabin fever has subsided for the time being, and I’ve been focused lately … Continue reading “Crossing the Rubicon”
“Quarantine: Eternal Dungeon”
My house feels smaller than usual lately, and colder -even with the air conditioning off; It’s like a crypt, and I have been interred herein with my wife and daughter for weeks, only leaving to go to the store and to work when there is work on-site to be done. The monotony and isolation have … Continue reading “Quarantine: Eternal Dungeon”
“What the Moon Brings”
A full moon stokes the fires of lunacy in all degenerates, criminals, and the mentally ill: any ER nurse or police officer can corroborate this as factual. The nights when the moon is most luminous and full bring out the worst in these people, and I am among them. For days leading up to this … Continue reading “What the Moon Brings”
Thanatophobia and Other Neuroses
Death comes for us all, one way or another, piercing where it might. I remember exactly when I learned that I would die one day when I was a very young child, and my parents showed me the animated film “Charlotte’s Web”, when Charlotte dies. I remember crying and pleading with my parents that … Continue reading Thanatophobia and Other Neuroses
Flotsam and Jetsam: Onward to Future Shores
2019 is dead and buried, and has been supplanted by 2020 as the “present year”; time spills forward like a great river, eventually drowning us all, and carrying our waterlogged corpses toward unseen future shores. When and where our journey ends is unknown until we arrive and there is fuck-all that can be done about … Continue reading Flotsam and Jetsam: Onward to Future Shores
Towers of Rust 