fire II

fire II





this we have now

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or a elation,
or sadness.

Those come
and go.

This is the presence
that doesn’t.


7:18 am

18 am

the afterbirth

Two relatively insignificant milestones went by without a mention. Individually, they would likely not merit typing, but together they seem to merit some sort of acknowledgment.

-Several weeks ago, this site got its 150,000th hit. At some point I recall writing that I wouldn’t mention this milestone, or that I would. I don’t remember. Either way, who gives a shit?

-Speaking of who gives a shit, my site is now in its fifth year of existence, having quietly celebrated its fourth anniversary on the first of October. Here is a screen shot of its birth:


…I’d offer to show you the afterbirth, but I’m afraid you’re looking at it right now.

Here is a photo of a giant, Croc(PINK)-wearing cigarette trying to frighten a young girl:


I’m told Crocs are very comfortable.

fog (reverse)