Writing with Depression
I’ve been meaning to write a post to talk openly about working with Bipolar II, PTSD, and chronic insomnia …and how that related to creative endeavors.
Colin Roswell has opened up the floor over on his blog to this very discussion. I’m not sure if his personal invite was a complement or an insult [...]
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Snow. I can haz refund nao? Mirrored from I see neutronjockies…. Marionettes all dance on parade, trade the angel wing for nylon string, at the Puppet Master’s masquerade.
A devil’s charade twice cloaked in shade,
Dear Julius, Julius Cœsar, Rome doth burn. Show no fear. The slow laissez-faire fires of yesteryear will still heat the whorish coffers to the mourn. The gold coins of many kings shall yield to the melt, e pluribus unum. On the morrow, the Alchemist will gather [...] I keep reminding myself that the interwebs are like a public toilet: there are no requirements to use it, anyone can take a dump in it. My morning cup of coffee was served to me with a dash of hate and stirred with intolerance. I am an advocate of minority rights: that does not make me black. [...] Tallie Anderson, Sunday was a very awesome, nearly 3 hour trail ride at Walnut Creek State Park. The horse ladies have been trying to convince me to ‘go gaited,’ specifically, go Paso Fino. I got to use one of Dr. G’s proven trail Pasos. Liz was riding our green walker mare. I got to ride Harley (that’s [...] The Farrier’s Daughter
‘Twas the Farrier’s forge that birthed the blade, his blood called out for revenge, at the Farrier’s wife’s grave a vow was made.
The Farrier, of weaponcraft did he forbade, his wife, murdered years ago by his handicraft, on her deathbed did whinge, ‘twas the Farrier’s forge [...] “False Prophets”
I want to rummage through your garage sale, take the memories that mean the most to you, claim them for my own. I want to taste your emotions, savor everything from the bitterest deeps of the Marianas yesterdays to the stigmatic sweet highs of tomorrows. I want to [...] La Carta de un Soldado Mi hija, Estoy escribiendo esta carta que en los años futuros, recuerde al padre. Saber quién soy, mirar en los ojos de su abuelo,
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