Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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6/21 sun sun sun

Today is my father’s birthday. My dad, as it were—the one I grew up with calling that. I generally try to denote these people but let’s say at this point the maternal end of things is undone and in knots… Continue Reading →

coping for the hopeless

I get pretty fucking dark a lot, as you see, but keep in mind I spend an inordinate amount of time alone, kicking around the dark corners of my own brain. Don works all night and I am still somewhat… Continue Reading →

“Only 1” is better than None

It appears the leg I had, the right leg I had is now 1/3 as fantastic as it was, having two vessels cut off to the lower leg which will mean I am left semi-functional and yes, fucking gimpy to… Continue Reading →

misconnected disconnect

Well that wasn’t a very fun time at all. I got a clot and proceeded to spend Wednesday through Sunday in the hospital, 98% entirely alone and cried because I was alone and had virtually nobody invested in any healthy… Continue Reading →

a clot is a knot is a spot

Oh and I have those for sure. It appears I somehow manifested a clot down there, it shot down not up, guys–and it is cutting the blood off to the leg and since I also do not want to lose… Continue Reading →

not dead yet

I think I have used that title more than a few times in my life, always surprised as anyone I make it through certain things. Right now I am focused on my focus and brain to make it all better… Continue Reading →

when screaming is the only option

I feel like I need to remark this, just in case you all need it to illuminate the story of my death, whenever that might happen. I am hopefully joking right now because last night I was done. Done done… Continue Reading →

character flaws and bada ba

Sooooo….Yeah yeah I am still getting some shit done. Don has to upgrade my computer to be able to host anything to the point of at least being able to edit any videos. Who knew? The best part is now… Continue Reading →

context is everything: fiction is better than truth

I have been musing quite a bit on relationships and basically our relationship to the world around us. I think there is something to be said with communing and connecting with nature, sure, and some people have more of that… Continue Reading →

sometimes you just don’t GAF at all

.Man I have been kind of raring to write this shit about my experiences as some kind of exercise of camaraderie with women or whatever, but all it does is leave me fucking angry. Like why the fuck do I… Continue Reading →

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