Bad Mojo

Hallmark

The hallmark of being an “adult” is that when you’re having a seriously homicidal day, you don’t choose to cry so hard you gag on your own spit because the…

Isthmus

I’m sorry. I can’t do it anymore. I cannot bridge the gulf between the vast and endless ocean that is this need. Not that it’s anything I’ve ever accomplished in…

Dumb

Okay, I guess I need to preface this post about the recall of infant chairs by reminding you that all parents are psychotic. All of us. First, we decide to…

Where was I?

I saw you there, standing on the corner at rush hour. I thought you were standing with your friends from school. You were all talking, and, I thought, joking around.…

Brief Lies

This has been a fairly difficult week. All I can say is thank Christ it was really bloody nice outside. I woke up this morning to the snow sky and…

Why now

Why now? Why like this? You’ve had ample opportunity, and you’ve taken none of it. So you hid for a while behind the pseudonym, knowing only I would know who…

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