Since we last spoke.
I've read more Phillip Pullman. David D. wrong. I neither rate him over or under, but mainly as it is.
I've resolved not to imbibe alcohol not once, not twice, but thrice. I have failed each time. It is a record for a fourteen day period.
I have done very well at work. Someone gave me 70 dollars for bringing them dinner and being nice to them. It is an odd feeling. People pay me for what I can't help being. Maybe I should let the government torture me in return for constructive criticism.
I have wrestled with dogs, large and small. I mostly won.
I have fallen in the rain. I have a bruise that is turning yellow now, but the muffler of motorcycle has been easily re-attached. My bike and I sit in the cold and compare scratches.
I have resisted one love; fallen into another. Both pains are searingly similar.
I have offered a sigil of protection. It was denied, but I will honor it anyway.
My clothing is falling apart at the high speeds I travel at. I know how it feels.
I have ended sentences with prepositions. I don't give a fuck at.
I ripped the music from my cyborg memory. I can't hear it, I only hear what I miss.
I wore my pajamas in public. I wear them still.
My nephews cry when I leave them. I wonder why I don't.
Chemicals shield me every day. I am glad of them.
I come here to be alone and I can't I can't I can't figure out why.