I am kind of a jerk that way I realize. If you aren’t my friend on Facebook, you might not know I am actually alive. Nothing has happened, nor do I expect it to-though this is really not a way I am used to thinking about things. Living in NY almost killed me, as much…
What is your body, was the question. So I wrote this: Torturer, my body is not kind or agreeable and has played the role of torturer and dream killer. You hear people say this all of the time and it’s a concept I have been struggling with for quite a while now. Clearly the mind…
I do my mini hiatus joyrides away from the internet every once in a while. And the winter is always an easier time to stew and simmer and sauce up your days with bullshit little activities like say, watching the entire series of Lost for weeks on end. I have written, or rather started to…