Fevered, purposeful growling. The thunderous boom of paws quaking the ground. Unmistakable commotion. Looking out, I notice Herman trying to get at something on top of the fence in the backyard, so I go out to investigate. Come to find there is a pigeon perched calmly atop the fence, mere inches from his savage, clamping … Continue reading A Beast Possessed
Spinning: The Melvins, "Night Goat" I feel like my intellect is the only thing preventing me from diving headlong into insanity with utter abandon. Despite much evidence to the contrary, I am a fairly intelligent bag of meat and calcium, and my philosophical background ensures a certain level of logic and critical thinking. Thus I … Continue reading But You Can Make My Teeth Growl
I can't stop making these and polluting social media with them. I don't care if I'm the only one who thinks it's funny! For reasons that I'm not concerned enough about to reflect deeply upon, I started out doing this with a clear Lynchian theme... ...and, after burning out on that material, I was compulsed … Continue reading Started From Blue Velvet, Now We Here… (Gallery)
All day, the internet has been up in arms over a depiction of rape that occurred on a fictional television show last night. A show that is no stranger to intense and disturbing content, mind you. Still, fans and critics alike have been passionately and vocally outraged over the incident. Meanwhile, in the United States … Continue reading Misplaced Indignation
Someone dear to me shared this outstanding post from Vice News on the subject of psychiatric medication withdrawal. You can find the original post by following this link.
Below is one of my own rantings on the subject from recent months.
I have been on and off various psychiatric medications for my entire adult life, mostly concurrent with a good fifteen plus years of self-medication with “illicit” drugs and alcohol. Surprise of all surprises, I am also the kind of “adult” who can never seem to get his fucking life together. This instability accounts for my inconsistency with staying on the legal drugs — I lose a job, I lose insurance coverage, I lose my doctor, I lose my mind. In the midst of this, I destroy everything.
Beyond that, I have ever increasing doubts about the efficacy of psych meds at all, coupled with growing anecdotal evidence and research suggesting I’ve never been accurately diagnosed in the first place. But that is a topic for another time…
I mentioned here that, for various reasons and circumstances, I would be going off the current “wonder drug” that I’ve been pumping through…
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“Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on … Continue reading Alan Moore, Rorschach, and the body
After months of dealing with paperwork, questionnaires, waiting in lines, hours on hold on the phone, ridiculous inquiries, bullshit red tape, and other fucking ridiculousness, I still am no closer to obtaining health insurance. I have no idea what is going on with my mental health disability claim, and am at a loss of who … Continue reading Rantings on Madness with a Dose of Damn the Man
Photograph: Loomis Dean/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images "At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face." - Albert Camus Image via Camus Society "At any street corner the feeling of the funk can strike any man in the loins." - T.R. Sanders Via Image Kid "Get up! Get on … Continue reading At Any Street Corner…
... Except maybe eat a burrito. A #9 from Golden Pride in Albuquerque. And maybe a #2. So far away.... *drools*
The dreary, morose mood hanging in dense, foreboding clouds over Cheyenne yesterday was ideal to set the day's tone and prepare this sleepy town for the deceptively inconspicuous arrival of two of heavy music's most devastating forces. For a few frenetic hours, downtown Cheyenne's Ernie November store was home to the cataclysmic DOOM of Portland's the body and … Continue reading Released from Hell in Ecstatic Frenetic Suffering: An Evening with the body and Full of Hell