posted by fascinatorium
This isn’t the world I want for my niece. This isn’t the world I want for my nephew. I couldn’t bear the responsibility beyond that.
…it turns out there’s light at the end of the tunnel – that isn’t always attached to a train.
Remember when I decided I would commit to day-drinking as a way to get my groove back? It wasn’t a terrible plan. It just wasn’t a great plan.
…imagined a simpler life.
would like to be lifted up in what I know will be the spirited and purpose-driven collective human tsunami of #hope.
I can only speak for myself. I certainly will try.
Just an uneasy feeling of “What do I have to say today?”
I made this whole blog post. With, what I’m pretty sure is, perfect perfection. Right?
So, here’s to recapturing my impertinent, irreverent, and irascible youth.
He called it, “Apocalypse Now, or Doing Acid on the Do Lung Bridge”
I posted just last week that I wasn’t going to give up. I won’t. I don’t think so.
But folks out there aren’t making it easy…
I will not give in to the baser instincts of despair and rage.
I can’t afford to.
…let me know what you think. I welcome your input.
I mean it.
It turns out there was a bigger outcome to hope for after this experience.
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