Monthly Archives: November 2011

Sweatpants Farts and other Thanksgiving Traditions

The monday after Thanksgiving is always hard. Holiday weekends last just long enough for you to remember that you once had hopes and dreams, but not nearly long enough to heal the empty abyss created when you sold your soul for  dental … Continue reading

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A poem.

The Stygian Glare A message of endings, written in retinal scar ink The painlove is Crystallized obscurity, obtuse acuity. Digging its hole through time, it burns The Antioch flame Darkness rises in her cage of souls In the distance, a … Continue reading

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Camping in the Cold

This time, the fault is not mine. I wanted to write. I had things to say. I tried, I really tried, but we have no power. Depending upon what part of the country/world/omniverse you reside in, you’re probably experiencing the … Continue reading

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