(written last night, and no, not AI modified,,, Follow along.) Nothing is sitting well today: my lunch, my thoughts, my music feed even feels off. I am at odds with the world and can’t quite sort the why of it. Looking around at the big picture (and no, this is not going to turn into … Continue reading The odd at odds
Category: anarchy or liberation
just a hypothetical you understand
Soccer-mom; rushing to get the kids to soccer practice,,, 6 kids in her 7 passenger mini-van and as raucous as 6 excited kids can be,,, Rushing, running late, pushing that speed limit just a touch,,, Blows through a yellow that turns red as she passes the middle of the intersection,,, Gets to the soccer fields … Continue reading just a hypothetical you understand
sumpin to lead into a positive weekend
What if, the adage of "If its from Government, its all bullshit" is more true than you understand and far BIGGER than you ever suspected? I refer you to the post by the indomitable Sarah Hoyt so you have something to work with. It's on the long side for some of my readers, but I … Continue reading sumpin to lead into a positive weekend
Yup, decadence
Guest post over at Sarahs, Just a quote. So they think I’m a sexist or a racist or whatever. Fine. They do not use those words to mean the same things I mean, so it’s a pointless argument, and they are beneath my explaining myself to them. RTWT Lets be the barbarians. They already want … Continue reading Yup, decadence
Lane Change for a day.
It's domestic duty Sunday. That means laundry, groceries, what not. It also means that I am working on the book as we speak. (Kinda, its break time for a few. can only look at the edit screens for so long before I want to throw the computer through the wall.) All of this brings up … Continue reading Lane Change for a day.
Aftermath (speculative short story)
“Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon, doo, doo-dee-doo Got a beer in my hand and I'm draggin' a stogie too bud-budda-bud-bud. The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock, boo-da-dee-doo-doo I simmer down gently but boil on 'what the fuck?: “1 Never said I was the greatest singer, but in this sun, … Continue reading Aftermath (speculative short story)
Where the anarchists’ play
Just a little thought in my head that needed brought forward by a running conversation amongst peers in one of the dreaded social media apps. Further aggression against the Bill of Rights. It may not need said among those I am conversing with, but for clarity, I will say it here. Our Bill of Rights … Continue reading Where the anarchists’ play
Dio's Workshop 