Why do you torment me where even in my sleep I find no relief? You pull on my soul like a phantom force. You drag me to places I want not to go. You tempt me to do things I…
Faceless city
Beneath the faceless city where the fallen angel’s roam, lurking in dank corners, nameless junkies learn to call the darkness home.
Far, far away…
Were you not loved as a child? Who withheld their tender touch from your newly born skin? Who scowled at your arrival? Were you not tossed into this abyss of madness we call mankind, naked, cold, and alone? Was I…
Addiction is
Addiction is seductive, cunning, cool, inviting, compromising, humble, always, forever, exhausting. I did not ask for the soul of a junkie. You condemn me for things I do not control.
No time for that
There is no time for that. Death is near. Get living!!!
The good wood…
I’ve been saving my good Cedar and Juniper for the coldest of winter’s days. Looks like we have arrived! Bust out the good wood!
Free now…
Sunday morning 4:04 am. A friend died this week, and important goals were relocated on my map of life. We have lots of firewood, lots of food, and lots of love in the house. I’m not b sure how much…
Dear Diary: Jan 7, 2024
Sunday morning 4:04 am. A friend died this week, and important goals were relocated on my map of life. We have lots of firewood, lots of food, and lots of love in the house. I’m not sure how much life…