Texticity Redux Perhaps this form of return will be a return to form…

At Last

Someone departing the bar for the evening just left the restroom, grasped me tenderly by the forearm, and whispered with full emotion, "It was so very nice meeting you. Thank you...thank you."

I'd never seen this person before in my life.

400 million gallons of water couldn't cleanse me; somehow one torrential teardrop might.

Midnight takes forever to come when you're just waiting for the days to pass.

vassaleen

I've hit a new stride hinged on the lip
of plenty years of fuzzyblind,
though this time
I'll
think
I'll
keep

the lenses clear and provide

a radical run at giving more more more
when typically I'd've contrived before.

Brain still fine in the fuzzyblind,
and my lenses are crystal clear.

Rebirthirthirth

Familiarity makes the heart desperate for resonance linger in the new echo of singularity.

Depending on the luck of the whims of the fates, I will textize again on 6/28.

Stei tuunt.

…

Love me, love me and my 12-pound head.

BRAIN.

1:1

Kundalini

Hopes

Spirits

And odds of survival have all ceased rising,

But the sun still does, so chance
is still on my side.

Historic

I do not want my death to ever be described as "preventable" -- I want it to be irreverently glorious, inexplicable, and a subject of inquiry, discussion, and wonder for the Ages -- ALL of them.