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Just thoughts

May 19th, 2017 | Category: Life,Random Thought

I’m tired.

I’m nervous.

I’m alone.

I miss… someone who probably doesn’t want their name written here.

I want to write about some books I’ve read, records I’ve listened to, movies I’ve seen.

I have a bunch of tattoos to post.

I realized the long-time goal of acquiring my dream headphones. They’re the headphones I’ll use until I quit breathing, which is a little morbid.

I’m a little morbid.

I’ve lost much.


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In a rut

April 28th, 2016 | Category: Random Thought

I’m in a very ruttish rut, but all ruts end one way or another.

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Just wow…

April 27th, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought

The current election cycle isn’t my first rodeo, but it is by far the most bizarre political horror movie I’ve ever seen.

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April 22nd, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought

I know my posts have been… sparse.

I want a pony.

(I’m thinking about writing entirely in non sequiturs).

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How many

April 03rd, 2016 | Category: Random Thought

How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie-roll center of The Force Awakens?

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Don’t stop the madness!

March 18th, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought

I have a bad case of the March Madness…

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Kitty on a Table…

February 19th, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought
Kitty on a Table…

Kitty on a Table…

I feel like this photograph has at least forty-seven metaphors within its kitty-filled frame full of kittyness.

What exactly is kittyness? Well, it’s an ephemeral quality possessed by kitties, sort of the kitty’s mettle, the kitty’s radiance.

As for the metaphors, they’re pretty obvious. How can you NOT see them?


I don’t want to waste a title

February 18th, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought

I need my muse to return to me.

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On tattoos (and writing, and life)

February 01st, 2016 | Category: Life,Random Thought

So, I’m way behind on posting my tattoos. I’m getting them, I’m just not posting the pictures and telling the tales. It’s apathy, not toward the tattoos, but toward writing. Even worse, I’m apathetic toward me, toward the story of me. I’m a boring story, in my head at least. The goal is to write and not give a shit what people think, but that only applies if you like your own ideas, but are scared others won’t. I don’t give a shit what others think of me or my writing, that’s easy. I have that part down. The problem is, don’t like what’s in my head, so that’s that, world without end, Amen. Being that I write best about me and my experiences, the real honest to Christ, totally raw, brass tacks problem is… I don’t particularly like me, and I absolutely don’t like my experiences. Now, conventional wisdom says, if you don’t like yourself, you can’t possibly be happy in your pursuits, but I find that it’s the other way ’round.

Anyway, I only have observations just now, not solutions.

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A Dream of Bread

January 29th, 2016 | Category: Creative Flash,Random Thought

Last night, I dreamed I was a refugee from a war-torn Sarajevo of long ago. I set a lonely camp on the side of a deserted road, I hadn’t seen a single human being for what felt like years. Perhaps I was the last? It was oppressive, I was scared. All I had left to eat was a single loaf of bread. Just bread. I built a fire, stoked it high. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I’m cold-cocked by Oprah Winfrey with the butt of an AK-47. Everything went black for a moment, I ended up flat on my back. When I could finally focus my eyes, I realized Oprah was standing over me, holding my bread. She could see the hurt in my eyes, the confusion. I knew because she looked at me apologetically and said, “I didn’t want it to come to this… I LOVE bread.”

I woke up silently screaming.


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