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A New Day
Past Self,
It's now 2020. There is a global pandemic. Our US Democracy may very well be subverted. The attempt is all but assured. The Police are under heavy protestation due to routinely killing black citizens with no accountability. While many are out peacefully protesting, declaring "Black Lives Matter," the Karens and Chads of the world are ( Read more... ) -
Volume 14: A New Year
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Conduct, Becoming
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I want to tell you all how great I think that the world is and how sometimes I want to kick it in the face for being such an infuriating place to love. I think that this affair began back in childhood, but certainly solidified itself in the years since Dad passed away. -
Happy Autumn!
Eleven years of posting. I can't believe it's been that long. I remember when Alex had to send me the code so that I could join the site. Consistency has not been the theme here. Since I began the journal, each year has seen a decline in posting. For a while, I averaged a few posts a week. Now, entire months disappear without any updates ( Read more... ) -
Asleep on the Tatami
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Tomorrow, again
I wish I could be a good person, at least what I think one should be; but I am not. It's been easy except for some moments. This is not true, when I listen to Sleepsong. I put that in my truck and I...don't know what comes over me. I don't know why I am angry, but then, THEN when that song is on, I don't feel anything but rage, a silent rage. I ( Read more... )