Circuitous, Not Scenic

I mean what is there to see? There’s nothing new.

The View. Outside my Window.

Remain Unchanged.

I think I’ve grown tired and a bit scared, of they way I haven’t changed.

The Survivor’s Guilt and the Vicarious Trauma.

The Dreams Undone.

The Not Trying Not To.

Seeking every Path but Forward.

Walking in Place.

Little invisible bird. Is making the weirdest call. It’s getting on my nerves.

Like water dripping into a bucket, but not. Somewhere I get the feeling.

Why are we doing this?

It is too early.

And Sloth says “Such… A Pain.”


I spoke with Greys today about the KyoAni tragedy, 9-11, the mass shootings taking place here in America. We spoke about various tragedies we haven’t witnesses ourselves, and yet are deeply affected by.

This is the first time I have spoken out loud in real life about this. I’m surprised by the fact. So much time has passed. But-

I’m Grey Today.

Mike Emeritz has started his Fifth Round.

I really have to tribute all the fine artists and writers here on wordpress that have inspired me.

The start of my thee100s


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