I ramble about a band that starts with the letter G and why my answer is damn near infallible.
Casual rambles, short stories and poetry done casually
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I am writing this to let any of my free readers know that they are not in fact crazy. I am password protecting posts. However, I want to illuminate the why.
About three years ago, I did something really, really, really stupid. I started a Patreon and made promises.
I hate being tired. It sucks. When there’s so many things to do, so many things to write about, exhaustion cuts through every consideration like a hot, but sleepy, knife.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?
This post is dedicated to my brother, Doji.
Did I write this because I’ve been listening to a lot of Annie Lennox? You’ll have to guess. I won’t tell.
For two weeks there, the Portland Trail Blazers were truly red hot and rolling.
They stand secluded.
Two persons—ostensibly men, ostensibly Native American—remarking on some portent. One stands cross-armed, the other holds what was a fir branch, now broken and removed, and motions it toward the distance.
Well, this was intended for February, but I got caught in a depression pit full of devil’s snare. I climbed out by writing (playing a fuckton of Hogwarts Legacy).
The Casual Ramble 