The social climate being what it is with regards to the dominant topics of the time, I've occasionally found myself pondering the ideas of gender, gender identity, and whatnot lately. In the current terminology I suppose I would most accurately be labeled a straight cis white male. Ugh, fucking horrible, those guys are the WORST, … Continue reading Pondering Gender and Identity and Whatnot
Besides those few half-heartedly pathetic attempts at drawing myself back into posting here, I haven't really been active on this blog since my big, exciting psychotic break in 2015. And it took me too long but I finally admitted that I'm not the same person I was before that break, and so I'm not going … Continue reading Under Construction
There were times, often late at night and deeply seated into the void, when the thing in his spine would stir, fitfully. The fluid around it would seem to boil and pop, filling the space around it with frenetic energy and a sound deafening in the vacuous space, a sound to mask the absence of … Continue reading Stirring, Fitfully
I slept less than two hours last night, and then worked a 12 hour day. I've gotten maybe five or six hours of sleep a night every night for at least two weeks, sometimes less. I should be exhausted, which I am, but I'm also WIDE the fuck awake and not just a little hyperactive. … Continue reading Sometimes I Wonder If I Share Too Much… 🤔😂
I was searching, for what felt like years all stitched together with fragile ribbons of nerve tissue, through an infinite mound of sun-hot sand, for something completely intangible and without name but somehow I knew finding it to be essential. Thousands of small, deformed, multicolored beetles with razor-head mandibles would come scurrying out from underneath … Continue reading Dream Stuff
This might take a while... The place I reside on the Bipolar spectrum has me pretty much rubbing shoulders with schizophrenia to the point that sometimes I question whether I've been correctly diagnosed. My inner thoughts are basically a constant commentary by / conversation between five distinct people. When the mania really ramps up, I … Continue reading Nucking Futs: A Tale Of Labor and Insanity
Well, shit...I suppose my "plan" to get back to writing and posting here more regularly hasn't really been seen through, so far. But the thought struck me, like a Nike sneaker to the skull at a hardcore show, as to what the future of this page and my contributions therein should be. And it goes … Continue reading A “New” Direction?
Looks like it has been around two months shy of three years since I posted here. I barely remember why I stopped posting, stopped writing in general, but I do very much recall the overall "event" that influenced my stepping away. I wrote about some of it here, back then, as I recall, but there … Continue reading Hello, Am I The Me I’m Looking For?
"Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending. We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse; colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines; aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless; earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls. Or so we would have you think. Magic is willpower. Willpower is magic. Self-knowledge … Continue reading “We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”
There’s a Way to Stop Mass Shootings, and You Won’t Like It.
That’s right. You’re not going to like it because it’s going to require you to do something personally, as opposed to shouting for the government, or anyone to “do something!”
You ready? Here it is:
“Notice those around you who seem isolated, and engage them.”
If every one of us did this we’d have a culture that was deeply committed to ensuring no one was left lonely. And make no mistake, as I’ve written before loneliness is what causes these shooters to lash out. People with solid connections to other people don’t indiscriminately fire guns at strangers.
I know what you’re thinking. That’s never going to work because no one is going to make the effort to connect with the strange kid sitting by himself at lunch each day. No one is going to reach out to…
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