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A Galaxy in Mourning. For many, December 15th, 2011 was a difficult day. It was for me, too, but for far more personal reasons which isn’t what I am here to talk about. What I am here to talk about is a little game you might have played once, twice,…
Comments closedI don’t know what to write about for Christmas this year, the year of our holy fuck Jesus christ 2020. The anniversary of my mother’s death on December 11th came, happened, then passed. The strange bittersweet joyful sorrow I have often written about during this season became buried under a…
Comments closedDo you like bad people? Well, you are in luck. I’m bad at everything. Take for example this blog and updating it. My field of motivational fucks appear quite barren but let me assure you that it is only 2020 being its usual soul-sucking feast of this year. Some updates…
Comments closedInspired by a friend’s Instagram post about her subscription box to ‘ugly’ produce that normally goes to waste, I began considering one myself. I mentioned more than a week ago to my partner that I’d be interested in trying one of them so long as it did not break the…
Comments closedI haven’t used my physical, paper bullet journal since February of 2020. There are a lot of reasons for that. I won’t go into them, because if you live in the U.S. or aren’t shut away from the news, you no doubt will have some idea and empathy as to…
2 CommentsImagine building a country, to have it never treat you like equals. Imagine that country killing you, thousands of you, and nobody listening. You would be angry, too. Livid. And tired. And at the breaking point. Don’t tell me their anger is not justified. Fuck our white guilt. Fuck our…
Comments closedIt is Blurdsday the 54th of April, a day like the other day which came from another day which also was, like the last, a day. I haven’t worn anything but pajamas since sometime last year, which was in March when COVID-19 was not yet a huge concern for Florida.…
Comments closedDry, dusty, parched and chalky earth that has been touched by the first drops of rain. The whiskery shush of bristles that swirl gently over a small cake of vibrant color, creating rainbow bubbles that quickly disperse. Fine hairs sweep across a dry or dampened thick piece of paper that…
Comments closedI I have a clockwork heart. Meaning that it breaks occasionally and needs fixing. But instead of hiring someone to fix it somehow I either put it back together or it majestically jumble-fucks itself back to some working semblance so I can keep on ticking. Both are confusing. I can’t…
Comments closedIf you can’t handle the fact that a) we fart, and b) animals fart then you’re gonna have a bad time. I don’t really understand why I was such a prude about something that is so necessary and normal a body function when I was a–okay, I do. It’s a…
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