Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.11.17

It’s alright. I understand. I do it too. What is now hours upon hours spent flipping through the compartmentalized lives of hundreds of folks. Hunched over a pocket-sized glow. Whatever they choose to share. And whatever I choose to witness. Less than a moment spent on each. No longer knowing what it is that hope…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.4.17

Blame is easy. It all has to be someone else’s fault. And they must change. Not me. Not us. They did this. They’re doing it, and they’re doing it to us. Fear. Hate. Terror. Doom. It’s all coming and it’s all coming thanks to the vague and horrible ‘they’. The television. The newspaper. And that…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.14.17

Go ahead. Make plans. It is my sincere hope that your wishes for the future become reality. That being said… To hell with them.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.7.17

It’s not easy. This whole, being alive thing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s worth it. Or at least I think so, though I know that is not the mind of everyone. But any thing is harder than no thing, that’s for damn sure. I can’t recall anything from before this whole life business, but I…