The sun was out and felt like ash.
I walked a long hill -- two, three blocks. hard to count that high . . . fuck it was forever.
Longer still when I got home.
Damn it.
mmmm, cookies
I think I like Vox better, in general. Going to think about using this as my bloggie. Maybe. I seem to be incapable of making a decision lately.
And what the fuck was I thinking posting my so-called 'writing'? What a stupid thing. Removing shortly.
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"Writing with an open brain."
Just thinking about it makes my grey matter hurt.
I used to feel like writing was my escape. Now that it's become "a Thing" you know, with a capital T, I feel trapped by it. Thus the slowdown in most everything.
Attitude adjustment=nigh. Maybe. I hope.
I'm naming this site after a type of coffee -- the super-caffeinated one, with less sophisticated flavor. The one that can survive a little easier. The one that goes into the shit coffees that are freeze-dried, crystalized, and the like. The one that's regularly the target of nose thumbings.
But a blunt instrument in the right hands can be effective. Robusta's high octane--it gets the job done. Robusta's a coffee that can serve as a backbone for an espresso blend. In fact, the presence of robusta promotes crema in an espresso shot.
I'm intending to use this blog as a showcase for my own blunt instrument--that squishy grey stuff in my giant head. Let's see what happens.
