Gloomy day. Wet leaves falling with the rain. Spirits as low as the barometric pressure. Need this one…
#wanthappybehappy
writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
Gloomy day. Wet leaves falling with the rain. Spirits as low as the barometric pressure. Need this one…
#wanthappybehappy
#howl
death denial death... / round after round after round... / reload and repeat... /
#ar15
#automatichell
#566/2023
The ultimate nepo baby, George Dubya Bush and his Good Ol’ White Boy (mostly) Club O’ Iraqi War Criminals drove me from the once honorable (if you go back to Lincoln anyway) and still somewhat sane (at least before unrecallable Reagan) Republican Party, and Trump, the antepenultimate nepo baby, of course coming just before his first two nepo offspring (and not counting Eric, who would, or the other two (as far as we know) burgeoning and relatively unknown (thank god) offsprings), and his dangerous cult drove me, not only from politics as a whole, but from any engagement online with anyone who might be maga-inclined, meaning I stopped posting entries here and I deleted all my social accounts.
And it was a good thing I did…
lo! the speed of life / moving so fast that it hurts / except when it hurts
#川柳
Or, the Zen of Walking Among Cornfields…
#cityboy
#countrylife
#walkingdownacountryroad
freely willed or not /
our becoming comes with costs /
not all pay the bill
Doing a reread of Big Will’s Titus Andronicus so what better way to summon the happy dancing spirits today than by rocking out to a song by, you got it, Titus Andronicus…
continents, islands / separate by space, by time / far less than the mind
#川柳