go with the clichéfor father’s day:grill, tie, blood test

the corpseis alwaysthe life ofthe partyat a funeral

hello again it’s methat head cold youthought had longsince said goodbyenever to make its wayback to this partof the country againbut surprise! here I amat the doorstep of yournasal cavity begging fora place to crash for a fewdays—mind if I crash onthe couch & […]

the dronedroppedits payloadhigh abovethe Afghandesert, analgorithmcalculating wholives or diesbeneaththe all-seeingeyes ofsatellitesswapping badjokes in binary,a reddit postgone wilddisruptingthe workof ourrobotoverlords:see whatterror setsin motion,a goldbergmachine ofplanes &towers &fear & anger& platoons& isn’t thatthe way it goesuntil someonefinally says enough& funny howit’s neverwho you expect& of courseall […]

it’s thursdaywhich ofcourse meanswe made itthrough thefirst partof anothershitty weekso only twomore daysto go untilwe get todo it againbut this timewith feeling

the screenbleary-blurrybefore breakfastI stumble throughnews of war &rumors of warwhile my catlicks & pondershis ass &isn’t thisthe plightof ourexistence

lemon is notthe cure foreverythingfrom waxbuild-up tosore throatsto sink de-greaser butdamn if itdoesn’t makesugar watertaste damn good