Oh the joy! I was chatting with a lovely gal the other night, out on a date, and the topic came up of happiness and fulfillment.
This is sinking. Another year, Another milestone of disappointment that has led to a level of sadness that makes me feel like I am sinking, sinking deeper and deeper.
This Metal Sky… What an amazing intro to one amazeballs album if there were one. This Metal Sky is Metropolis, the album of record.
Today is 4 January and you know what that means… I need not say more.
Grief & Grieving, whatcha got on that combo? Three in eleven? Gotcha covered my friend. Ain’t it a bitch when shit slides downhill on your life, again and again.
The Excellence of Failure, oh how the Hitman would be jealous of this tagline. Ya see fucking everything up you touch is an art, a skill. And I’m closing in on being a master
Complexities of the diastolic world, the painfulness of awakening from a spell only to find that someone shit in your cheerios. Yup, back to that fucking topic.
Why I sleep alone… I wanted to revisit this thread for some time, entitled “Why I Sleep Alone”. Nearly 10 years later, this’ll be interesting.
I’m a Jericholic. I’ll admit it. I’ve been a Jericholic for eons. No shit.
20 years ago, on Thanksgiving 2001, all of my family was together at my parents’ home in Mesa, Arizona. All of us out here in Arizona, 2 1/2 months after the terrorist attacks of September 11th.
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