Stumble so, upon the scene of senses and the associated wonder of extrasensory sensations.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.5.24
I struggle with the idea of any destiny beyond that of the self-determined. Which is certainly a contender for the peak point of arrogance. I have a few traits in the running, I suppose. They pair well with the vast array of insecurities.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.29.24
Thoughts are what is advertised here, so thoughts I shall muster to the best, or more optimistically, beyond my ability.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.22.24
The old electric skull meat is not firing at full capacity, at the moment. Lack of sleep compiled with a rebalancing of chemicals has left my mental quandaries in a vague haze of inexplicable sways. The cost of celebrating the official romantic union of dear friends, multiplied by the exhaustion of making musical racket in…
The Veracious Facade 