mōrena. i don't know who i'm typing to. i have to type with the presumption that someone is reading. at this point in my life, if i'm putting stuff out there, i have to be straight up with myself … [Read more...] about 17/3/20 | none of these starts are fresh.
9/11/16 | ah, fuck
oohhhh fuck bloody hell i’ve set myself a word count target and now i don’t think i can hit it. i want to write about the US election, and about driving, and the sunset and the hawk i saw, and the … [Read more...] about 9/11/16 | ah, fuck
21/8/16 | hiding
i can tolerate this kind of weather pretty well. clear blue sky and sunshine. my natural instinct is to avoid days like this. opposite-actioned myself out of bed and into the sunlight. i … [Read more...] about 21/8/16 | hiding
undated post-Ashburn entry.
i was dead for most of my life. for all i know there’s a tumour in my brain right now. a blood clot somewhere. death could come any time. sometimes i’m fine with it. sometimes not. the sense of … [Read more...] about undated post-Ashburn entry.
2/3/16 | 12.20am | notes to self
some notes to self: amitriptyline works, keep taking it go to the library early tomorrow and write some stuff or get something ready to post on your blog stay calm about charlie it will be … [Read more...] about 2/3/16 | 12.20am | notes to self
13/12/15 | god bless
god bless sweet, ripe summer cherries and Hawke’s Bay wine. god bless guns and ammunition. god bless switchblades and misfits. god bless little blue pills and dark chocolate and rat bites and … [Read more...] about 13/12/15 | god bless