The locust has no king

[crisis]

The mountain won't hide you
The sea won't have you
And the grave will not hold you
All on that day

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Okay. So.

I thought I'd seen and heard and done a lotta hard shit in my oh-fuck-don't-wanna-think-about-it time on this misbegotten piece of dust in the universe. I thought I'd seen hard. I thought I'd done, lived and felt[1] hard

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[crisis]

Sorry, chica. I just had to get it out. I'm a little better, now. It's a little easier to keep it in, keep it in check.

Yeah, I know how ToughGuy that sounds, but there ya go.

All the same ... You may want to put me on some kind of non-work-safe filter or something over the next couple of weeks. Maybe couple of months, seeing as how the family has finally let me know how badly some of the aunts and uncles are doing. I write to sick it all up. And it may be bad over the next few months if current events are any indication.

I'm sorry, lady. I don't mean to make you cry so much. It's just that, like I said, I'm getting to that age where I'm losing people more and more quickly. I expect it, but it's never easy.

In the near-future, I plan to finally get my thought down about the trip I took Up Home in November. About reconciliation with Shane--he who was Fuckhead, but has now returned to Shane/Shang/Fanboy status. T'was a good meet-up. Hopefully, that post won't make you tear up.

And besides, any trip you make where the friends you stay with buy you furniture and game systems has to fucking rock, right? :)