Monthly Archives: December 2017

We are NOT Responsible For Any Bugs When You Are Sitting Outside!

— Attn. La Cabaña

No shift to work on Wednesday so:

Up all night, sleep all day – (Slaughter)

In other words, I’m not doing a GD.

I like this.

It’s not good in there sometimes.

—

Phil Rockstroh
5 mins

A writer must proceed to dangerous places. It is imperative that he/she descend into the danger zone known as the soul. The soul is not a realm inhabited by weightless beings radiating beatific light. Rather, it is a landscape of broken, wounded wanderers; inchoate longing; searing lamentation; the confabulations of imperfect memory; of rutting and rage; transgression; depression; fragmented language; and devouring darkness.

The soul sends dispatches of which few desire to be privy. When ignored, the soul ups the volume of its nightmare dispatches. Reductionists term, the soul’s urgent messages pathologies. Thus, our age is plangent with the pathological. The world bristles with the rage and suffering of maimed, inarticulate-in-their-agonies angels.

In our suffering, we have bloated our bodies, maimed and poisoned the earth, and scoured the hours of our lives of meaning by the compulsive commodification of all things.

We have delivered insult after insult to the soul of the world, and yet it loves us with an abiding and bitter grace.

omg! 😂

Señora Católica is a parody account.  Fun.

Whenever somebody does a “friends test” on Facebook, I always silently and immediately throw in the towel on that s***.

“You must do such and such or you will be defriended” is the usual refrain, or “I’m purging my friends list”.

I’m what’s called “trash that takes itself out”. Cast me off and I don’t care. I like the friends I have and have no desire to ever throw out some kind of test. I’ll let go of some and they of me. It’s all quite internet natural.

People come, people go. We’re all here voluntarily.  I learned that from all those years and from all the great people on the My Opera community.