I've gone and published my next short story, "Dawn," over at Smashwords.

( The darkest hour is just before the dawn )

This rant a little late, but it's been festering, and I need to get it out of my system.

( The heart is not a cognitive organ )

One of the more pleasant consequences of my renewed dedication to writing is that I haven't had time to be distracted by politics.

( Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in )

I was initially going to post this little epistle back on July 18th, but then a few days went by, and a few more days went by, and eventually I decided not to bother. But then the "update" happened, and I decided that a certain 21-year-old kid from Fort Worth, Texas deserved a proper valediction.

( We are each capable of breaking the ancient myth )

( I solemnly swear that I am up to no good )

It seems that it is no longer acceptable to know your history in this country.

( I pledge allegiance to my Flag )

This is supposed to be a writing journal. I know that. But I find myself irrationally irritated, and in need of a bit of psychological purging.

( Unto you your religion, and unto me my (lack of) religion )