‘Fcked at a Certain Point’

Fog and overcast again here on California’s north coast, but the ordinary is punched out of significance by it being Friday — yipee, yipee. Days seem to get shorter and shorter — weeks and months seemingly even faster. This is the most-interesting, and most-terrifying little period in recent world history. Seemingly, the entire earth is…

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Pinocchio’s Plight — Lying Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Ground fog and a chilled air makes for an exciting early morning here on California’s north coast, and what makes this particular day so titillating is that it’s Friday! Frick, I been waiting for this. Events this week proves the US is not the exceptional place we were all told repeatedly it was, and not…

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Insomnious Insidious

Crying into a sleepless dark is usually part-n-parcel of episodic insomnia, at least for me, when about a hundred-trillion self-scurrilous thoughts, mostly-redundant, yet savagely fighting each other for dominance, finally finish their shitty work, and tears flow pitifully onto pillows. Sad shit, huh? Not all those wide-awake periods include crying — a lot of times,…

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