Random Nibble(s)

There is death There is dying. One you inflict on yourself. One inflicts itself on you. It's up to you which and when. It's not up to you when on the other. ------ I will name the piece, "Alone". _____ No I won't. —— I will have no good days ever. Not with that attitude.

 sad sad sad lost sad lost sad sad weeping grief unbearable grief; unable to be freed loss age sneaks up on you like a predator one day you don't notice it the next you're on the ground. Clutching your manliness and wondering how you lost it. Easily. You went gently into the night- instead of fighting/exercising/renewing. you had a small death and not petite mort, but a moment. It can be fixed. But, for the moment. Be... Sad, lost, sad, sad, lost, sad... Change is a bitch.

 Sad Sad is sad is sad is... sad. So much for alliteration. Sad for so many reasons. For a failed president that comes back to office. For the state that my life isn’t at the moment. Thought it passes for health it isn’t. The thing I know, in all my years, From all my years. Is it important to get the contamination out of the wound, so that healing can begin. Hey Siri, what’s the definition of alliteration? I’m asking; you don’t know.. I’m taking cues from your misheard statements and trying to make them into some sort of, sorted sorry. I hurt. And tomorrow all hurt, in a different way. And I will hurt. And I will hurt. I will purify myself with the art that I do. Even if it is the same as everyone else’s. Even if it’s sad. And I read through my other blog posts and noticed one thing I keep saying tent fort , But never make one. So I did and just pictured at the bottom  someplace  nearby. I suggest to anyone that is sad to make a tent for and just sit down for a while. Ev...