Black lung martyrdom

I feel okay now. The horrible events I have been perpetually thrashing in are over. I feel okay and tired, so tired of fighting and thrashing and thrashing through life, thrashing through school, uni, relationships, mental pitfalls and traps, thrashing with religion and music and art and love. Thrashing this writing together, thrashing together the … Continue reading Black lung martyrdom

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Log on, log in, under, and besides what else is there to do

The beginning is always the same. You could also call it the end, its hard to tell once you are inside - time doesn't quite work the same. I wake up in a pasture, the grass is about knee high and I am lying down looking up at the sky. The sky always starts off … Continue reading Log on, log in, under, and besides what else is there to do