The Curse Of Polarization
Maybe one of the worst facets of polarization, to me, is how it causes me to go over this shit in my head, rifling through it like I’m hunting for the cure for cancer. When all one needs to do is shut the fuck up, shut off the mind, and listen. Start out by listening. Then look about, take in what you see. Objectively on both accounts. That’s how you reset yourself from having fallen into this kind of hole.
The Return Of Tallow
I will never not shake my head at McDonald’s decision to give up both deep-frying anything they had to deep fry in beef tallow, nor at the one to not fry the pies in anything but, rather, bake the fuckers – both choices in some weird-ass, misguided attempt to make their fare “healthier”.
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Goodbye, Thymoma
The guy may have thought he was doing me a favor but, ultimately, didn’t, as I was operating on just the one lung even then and nobody – myself included – knew.
Alumni Ball
“You’ve gotta let ‘em go.”
All Things Must Pass
Embitterment came when my fever dream of holding onto everyone I’ve ever cared for ended. I looked for blame, you know. It’s whomever’s fault this happened or it’s because of that, when – truly – nobody could’ve foreseen it, nobody could’ve veered away from it happening.
Reunions Revisited
One’s schoolmates if from a small community did, afterall, accompany a fucker throughout a lengthy, formulative stretch of life and, when a reunion does roll around, it comes with a promise of their return to one’s life, if only for a day or weekend, souls once bound tightly ‘round memories and early accomplishments and perhaps they still do, though distance and time do their bit to weaken all ties that bind.
Birthdays, Aging, Reunions
I once dreamed of finding adventure, of finding love at some point in my life, but I’m beyond those things.