The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”... Continue Reading →

by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress

Tuesday's gone with the wind 4:44 started All these devised interfaces for me to write what I know for the immutable time capsule, the diaries of not a mad woman despite the claims by others who shall remain faceless at this point in time as this is just a platform trial and entryway error momentum:... Continue Reading →

There’s no way to know…

...if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out to... Continue Reading →

Or the continuing math of the continuing story. the deep dark motion an expanse that happens to come and go  unpredictable, since the emotion attached to the action or inaction beckons  self-flagellation, mutation, abomination. But today that is not the way I feel or think perhaps it is the sunshine perhaps it is the adherence... Continue Reading →

Wednesday is a goth girl

"Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomless... Continue Reading →

Prometheus has a mistress

yet it is not surprising that few people know this Icarus ascending nobody cares this time it's hot in the desert she is sick of wasting time granted, the mistress must wait each day for him to come home from work AH, Prometheus I could love you better than Athena Prometheus moulder of mankind from... Continue Reading →

The last days of January

well I don't know why to tell you the truth. I am crying right now.

Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius

The amount of the bad is immeasurable in terms of things that are not right with the world, the specifics and the details, the general and the ambiguous. That changes nothing of its current appearance. The fact that I have been trained by my brain to forget so much and in forgetting this thing they... Continue Reading →

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