Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.20.25

Been scratching out words in a notebook throughout the day. I have no idea if these have any cohesion, other than all originating from my cerebral cesspool. I’m just going to type them all out, with no context, as I cannot seem to conjure another way to begin this evening. So, here goes-

Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.9.24

An infinite amount of thoughts and emotions have been dolled out, digested and ditched since we last met here. And yet the daunting glow of this page still mostly blank seems to strike so many from my mind. Metaphysical stage fright, I suppose. So, I’d best get on with pushing through. The show must go…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.14.18

My fingers are all cut up. It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone. And if I fell, who might catch me?