December 2019

And so it is christmas, to which one of the only positives will be that the goddamned christmas songs will stop playing on all radio stations by tomorrow and into the next week as the stragglers are murdered in their cribs while they sleep. Fuck em. If I have to hear Paul McCartney sing his stupid little synthesizer song again,… Read More »122519

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Already on the wrong side of the bed after finally overcoming a bit of insomnia when I’m woken up by a little beepbloop eBay message, “Hey wheres my item, did you even send it?” how about yes, I sent it you fuckin bitch, the check is in the mail as my good old friend Jack Burton always says at a… Read More »120419

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And so the snow will fall the morning through, into inches and crusty inches. I will shovel, and shovel, and shovel, and then shovel and throw, and pack, and pack more, and then I will burn, burn, burn. My father is, I believe I’m finding, a narcissist. I can look back through my life and pick up on behavioral traits… Read More »120319

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And, as if magic white dust had whooshed away a whole month, it became December, where upon the first of the day the wind and rain and clouds did decree, “Here I shall dump one fucking foot of powdery shit on your whole parade, you’re welcome”. And it was so, and it was accepted, but not that good. I spent… Read More »120119

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