Sometimes My Brain HATES Me

I'm just sitting here, minding my own business when an image pops into my head. A mob of angry protesters outside a prison, only just being held back. They have signs, wear armbands, the whole deal. And they're shouting in unison, crying out to an uncaring system for their beloved leader to be freed. Only …

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On Giving Up

At what point do we hurl in the towel and move on to something else? I am of course not talking about this blog.  The blog is by far and away one of the most successful things I've ever done, despite the low view count. No, I'm talking essays, stories and the like.  At what …

In Which the Narrator Talks Site Statistics For His Own Amusement, No Matter How Much His Readers Beg Him To Talk About Something Else, Like Lint or Toe Fungus. You Know. Something Interesting

This is rather dull, but I was curious about my "ratings" I want to see just how many people come through here, compare it to previous months, the works. In order to do that, I need a previous month. Which means that, roughly around the start of every month, I'm going to blab about "views" …

How I Love the Ocean – A Poem

Darkness. Aching lungs. Stinging eyes. Crushing shroud. Relentless mindless force. Pushing you away from the shore. Pulling you down into it forever. Forever and ever amen Crushing shroud Stinging eyes. Aching lungs Darkness. How I love the ocean. It stays where it is. I stay where I am.