the wheel turns, the chandelier swings, and chains only break when mad men decide to break them. life isn't some sort of gambler's paradise, nor is it a puppet show. life isn't linear, it's cyclical, tumultuous, and ambivalent. no donkey interpreted the words of the angel for me, i was the donkey. the prophet beat … Continue reading ambivalence


it turns out that vomit, tastes like vomit. pig feed tastes like pig feed. forbidden honey tastes like honey. to trade the sweetness of your presence for the taste of perversion, was foolishness, it was harlotry. the mountain smokes, and cigarettes smoke too. say your marriage vows with your fingers crossed, behind the back, or … Continue reading vomit/waiting