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If you know what I’m talking about in my post title, congratulations! You are a loyal member of the planet-wide super megacolony. You will be rewarded with sugar. By sugar, I mean sugar, assimilation and death, of course.

Knee injury recovery is progressing normally. It looks like some kind of eternally hungry were-thing (like, say, a beagle!) took a long and leisurely chaw out of my leg, but whatever. More problematic is the numerous pains that have cropped up in the past week: huge bruises are blossoming on my ankles and wrists, and I seem to have lightning storms festering in my lower back. So, it looks like I’ll be visiting a physical therapist in the coming weeks. Godspit and fuck, but growing old totally sucks the big one. I swear, just two decades ago I was taking glamorously drunken naked swan dives off rooftops in Ellensburg and totally feeling fine the next morning. In other news, I am so very glad there was no internet or digital cameras when I went to college…

There have been no ant sightings in the apartment for two weeks now. They’re up to something. Spider sightings have increased, though, so that might be the reason why. Yay for my wee arachnid army! God, I’m lonely…

This Saturday I’m planning to see an awesome skeleton-filled exhibit at my favorite museum in Manhattan, the Rubin: Remember That You Will Die: Death Across Cultures. If anyone wants to join me, let me know, and we can celebrate the art of memento mori together.

Yes, I know my life is very quiet, very insignificant, very small. I’ll simply end this post by pointing you to this. I’m sure there’s something I’m trying to say. Sugar, assimilation and death. Or, don’t close your eyes. Yeah, maybe….


Originally published at Livia Llewellyn. You can comment here or there.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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