“The painter pondered the mournful puzzle of life demanding to be born and, once born, demanding to be fruitful … to multiply and to live as long as possible—to do all that on a very small planet that would have to last forever.”– Kurt Vonnegut, 2 B R 0 2 B
- Don’t get me wrong, actual snakes are innocent
- Mom’s Laugh (A HAIKU)
- Where does anyone belong anyway?
- Normalize the Abnormal
A short list of books & things that I recommend:
- Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
- Inside the Blood Factory by Diane Wakoski
- Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
- Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
- 2 B R 0 2 B by Kurt Vonnegut
- Floating through life“Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.”Continue reading “Floating through life”
- The Truth – a rant of sortsI thought, a second ago, about how I need to dowse the fire to ensureContinue reading “The Truth – a rant of sorts”
- (no title)Taking care of one’s self should not be a chore, but my God does itContinue reading
- DebtBeing in debt is a terrifying concept. It remains that way, for me anyway, evenContinue reading “Debt”
- A PoemPulled into the grasp, Still behind the mask, I watch, Through eyes that cease toContinue reading “A Poem”
“It’s a sunny little doomed planet, inhabited by a number of frisky little doomed animals.”– Professor Farnsworth, Futurama
- (no title)“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
- (no title)Taking care of one’s self should not be a chore, but my God does it feel that way.
- (no title)Why direct your anger towards that which is not the cause.
- (no title)“Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.” – Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
- (no title)You said I still gave you butterflies, but you were just buttering me up with lies. (I wrote this just after ending a toxic relationship. I just found it in an old journal, and I thought it was a decent sounding anecdote.)