Relax
Recent efforts have been forced. They’ve felt as much. Whatever. I got ‘em out of the way and posted ‘em and there they are and it’s whatever. Take what you can from them. I’m talking to me as much as to anyone reading this. What’s most important, here, is that I not stop. Gotta keep going. If I pause, I might not pick it up, again. I’ve gone long pauses in the past before resuming. Starting over, really. I think that, next time, it’s done. I can’t have that.
On Reason
“But to tyrants I will give no quarter.”
“Project Shoal” Nuclear Test
Newsreel footage of residents of the community of Fallon, Nevada, reacting to the community's proximity to the U.S. DoD/AEC project named "Shoal", a 12-kiloton underground nuclear test detonated 26 October 1963.
Shrimp Louis Salad
Pain And Espionage
“I’m no killer!” I screamed. But we’re all killers. Each and every one of us. We were born to die and it was always our responsibility to die and if any of us failed to follow it through, the next guy would let the clown have it. I’ve actually not been alive since Warrenton and even then, who’s to say.
CIA Man
“Who has got the secretest service? The one that makes the other service nervous? Fuckin’-A, man!”
Assam
“You would think…” he began. Which irks me. Would you? I mean, you didn’t go over the instructions, first?
Mondays
My head’s all over the place and I’ve chosen to run with it.
It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
“He not busy born is busy dying.”
If My Aunt Had Balls
“You got this,” I say, forcing the words lightly through my lips in a hiss… Not really believing I “have” shit. It’s got me worried about everything from the DISH I’ve been diagnosed with, interfering with nerves, to kidney stones or even cancer.
What if it’s cancer?
A Change Has Come
If you’ve been following me for awhile, you’ll note a change, here. Yeah, the blog’s been updated. Moved from Wordpress to Squarespace. Not a commercial for them, but I’m pretty happy with the switch, with the workings behind the place I’ve got going on. Looks cleaner, works cleaner. I used those sleepless nights of late to tinker with the thing and came out the other end feeling pretty fucking good. I decided to simply start over rather than import my posts from the old platform, though. Needed a clean slate, change.
DISH
I’ve been diagnosed with Diffuse Idiopathic Skeletal Hyperostosis, or “DISH”. It’s turning my body’s tendons and ligaments to bone, starting itself along my spine. Calcifying my joints. I worry I’ll soon be crippled.
La Nuit N’en Finit Plus
The night won’t seem to end.
Echo Chamber
She wasn’t into the theories I espoused that warned of shit like coup d’état’s and jackboots and bonfires where her books used to be. Unlike me, she wasn’t seeing swastikas everywhere she looked and freight cars being marshaled strategically across the country. She didn’t like him, didn’t much care to listen to him. But was it really as bad as all this? And wasn’t I really only being paranoid and a bit melodramatic?