Tuesday, January 30, 2024

wishgrifter

Good luck and live inside of caw raw Tay.

It's a good practice to check your mailbox every time you walk by it, it could have a bomb in it.

Angels lay screaming inside liminal spaces. Our whole earth exists within one: The Gape.

Mothman Ra tries to help but hasn't grown arms capable of embracing.


This is a lonely path but it's the only one i know.

Little vision, stunted spirit, born thrashing and choking on dirty water.

The son is the Tao, killing and giving life with one great breath.

i prefer it this way, but then again (and again, and again), i don't know any better.

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Rando Jan. Update

 Here in January, my seasonal depression has seemed to have finally caught up with me. I'm doing ok, but most notably, I'm having more anxiety and marijuana cravings. I'm looking forward to my rebirthdays and hope Liverpool keeps doing as well as they have been. Hopefully, both Roma and the Bucks can improve their play with their problematic coaches being gone. Two guys are outside my house fixing the gas line that is on my porch. Hopefully, they can get it done before the lack of heat starts affecting my birdie boys adversely.

My heart goes out to all suffering beings, including the Palestinian people and my cousin Becky and her family.

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

Journaling and journeying...

I have seen so much personal growth since I renounced marijuana 10 months ago that I wasn't planning on making any New Year's resolutions this year. Then it struck (no pun intended) me to pull the trigger on something I've wanted to do for a while: stop watching combat sports.

It makes sense, chronic traumatic encephalitis is very real, and by watching MMA, I help the market that helps create it. I'll miss watching it, but I don't have to stop loving martial arts.... I just have to stop watching people beat the crap out of each other.

In other news, there are signs of my improved resilience and personal growth everywhere in my life right now, this is the best I've been doing since before the pandemic.

Musings from the fiery diary of Donna Pinchy-Hottie

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