Seizure: being grabbed and tossed to the ground. In an instant, I became a bucking horse, forgiven everything except this moment. In exchange for a mouthful of blackened bacon sweating grease, here is a chaser of carpet and the hail of a table's debris. It is unusual, to say the least, to awaken face down on a carpet, …
By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here
Only today did I realize the website Xanga saved my blog entries from 2007. I thought they were gone forever. I'm struggling to save them/upload them/ double check their worth. But since I haven't posted in a while, I found this and decided to share it. From what I remember, this was me responding to …
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(Public) Apology or ‘…The Heart Has Got To Open In A Fundamental Way’
My heart felt like a closed fist urgently knocking against my sternum. That's not a metaphor or bad opening line; its a description. My chest felt knotted and angry. I was angry. There's a plethora of reasons why. But I'm writing this because of the moment I felt it stop and open. Earlier this week …
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The Dirty Rat 