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Well, it's 230a. I've finally filled my third crock full of picked over, mostly peeled, trimmed, sweat (and tear) covered apples. Managed to eat too, about two hours ago. My reward?... -A porch smoke, a few more sips of the longest glass is wine I've every consumed (even though I'll probably throw most of the… Continue reading Apple Butter
I can feel it coating my bones, like, hells equivalent of a delightful, brittle chocolate shell. Divorce. It may not be this month, or next. Nonetheless, it stalks me as the devil his quarry. Perhaps they are one in the same. I've fought it. Oh, how I have fought. Every fiber of my being wishes… Continue reading November: Despondence
My life, Now. 