Storms can happen, and a tree can sway. We are a oh fucking kay!
Repeat After Me
Roses for the Abyss
Two concepts right now are something like I am nobody and nobody can be anybody. Ram Dass lovingly states we're all God in Drag and Watts giggles God is a Joker. That's a gross oversimplification, but not really. The entire concept of me - isn't really me. As a matter of fact, I'd go so... Continue Reading →
Zombie Apocalypse
"Bad day, hon?" Cheryl asked as she was chopping carrots at the counter. Her husband, Harold, flopped at their small circular kitchen table. He sighed and put his head in his hands. His hair was thin and scattered over his fingers. It took a while for him to respond as if he was trying to... Continue Reading →
Finders Keepers
I find what I lose most is my mind. It's fine, but leads me to inquire: I see the world; the world sees me Me, I think, flips so easily to we We tell me what I ought to be I lose days to "what is wrong with me?" No mind, we can seek what... Continue Reading →
Chicken Little
"The sky is falling the sky is falling!!" Chicken Little screamed "Fuck." Ralph cursed as the screens began flooding with breach notifications and error codes. "Goddammit Bernie, it's every five minutes with this shit today!" Ralph began furiously punching buttons and initiating reboot sequences in the critical and red zones. "You have one fucking job!"... Continue Reading →
How Do you Recover?
We're about... 2.5ish months into recovery from the latest psychotic break. Although, that word has so many connotations as to render it relatively meaningless if you think about it. But there was a question in the Psychosis Recovery group that made me think, and I thought I may as well share my thoughts. How do... Continue Reading →
To Whom Am I Listening? Nothing More – Spirits
(Trying to actually take time and write about music because it makes me happy...omg whatta notion) Let's go: yesterday was Cris Hodges - Black Hole Magic (epic. Fucking LOVE it), Pistols AtDawn - Ascension (also a newer release, charting and is absolutely kicking ass), and Nothing More's - Spirits. I want to start with Nothing... Continue Reading →
On Guns, Mental Health & Clogged Toilets: That is One Big Pile of Shit – a Modern Metaphor
Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
Pounding Flesh
I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
Narcissistic Cannibal lol
With wine and words, you drew me in Playing songs that stole air from the sky Your eyes undressed my soul, I became yours to devour My lips, you took first, in nibbles and nips My tongue was your pleasure, as long as it licked When it wagged too grandly, you chewed it down My... Continue Reading →
Mah Butt Itches 