Sometimes existence is overwhelming. It helps to find particular coping mechanisms. You can’t depend on the biochemical conglomeration of goo squishing about in your skull to know what to do in all situations. Heart. Gut. Soul. These are sources of input that should not be overlooked.
Here I find myself Cast into this dimension. Or is it dementia? I digress, Here I was…. I am here Like it. Or Not. In a swirling whirly dirl Of input. Input. Input. Input. Input. The Great Feed. Impaired with innocence. It overwhelms my soul. Pulls me away from myself. I’m cast into the sea … Read more The Feed
Buzzard ladies, I salute you. You are the topic of the hour, The fodder of gossips, And the inspiration for a thousand questions. You don’t seek the spotlight, but claim it all the same. Hermits of the hills, I admire you. The audacity to not need us, Your solidarity of one, The tenacity to shirk … Read more Buzzard Ladies
An ode to January 1, 2000 In case you missed it, today is predicted to be the end of the world. I’ve made it through several ends of the world. Maybe you have too. What I like best about the end of the world is the day after. The new beginning. Here are some words … Read more Happy End of the World Day….again. (journal)
