At Least They're Committed

My hunger strike lasted 24 hours. That’s pretty good, don’t you think? I was just waiting for something good to happen to me, but my meds musta finally kicked in because all the sudden it seemed like everything was just peachy. Or maybe it was just because I was hungry. Maybe, just maybe things look rosier when you’re hungry. So… Read more

I usually don’t walk that way anymore. I tell myself it’s because I’m lazy, taking the mall shuttle to the corner of 16th and Lawrence then walking two blocks, rather than taking the bus to Market and cutting across four blocks. I’m not lazy, though. I have to be honest. I’ve been avoiding L. He’s really… Read more

Wow. I feel so much better today. Think I’ll leave that one up there, though. It’s not like anyone is actually reading any of this so it won’t hurt anything. I had an excellent time last night. It’ll make a good fleeting flashback. heh. I do so love my friends!  Read more

Of course people look to a better world beyond this one. Happiness is fleeting and minute. Humans try vainly to etch the slightest incidents of joy into our brains so we can regurgitate them like an LSD flashback. The rest of those hundreds of thousands of moments are spent killing time and slowly killing ourselves. Bah. I hold no hope for… Read more

I’d only walked an eighth of a mile on the treadmill at the Paul Derda Recreation Center when I was overcome by an epiphany: I really like guys. The treadmill faces the window to the basketball courts where there are always various and sundry sweaty bodies bopping back and forth across the hardwood floors. There are other… Read more

Not likely. More like post-nativital complacency. I haven’t done a damn thing the past several days but think. Think, think, think. I wish I could stop my mind from twisting, shifting, conjecturing, analyzing and contemplating. I wonder if it’s aging me; if thought is power, I’m using mine up way too quickly. Now, if I were a man,… Read more