19 hour workday. Already a 45+ hour week. Fuck me.

“You found me.”
“I wasn’t looking for you.”
“No one ever is, but it never stops them from finding me. When it’s time.”
I was exhausted but not defeated, yet.
“I’ve got this list of th…”
“Everyone does.”
“I need to make sure that things are taken care of..”
“Everyone does. But, time to go.” #hbp149

Insanity, Ugh.
Working for the government.
No stability.

#haiku #contractor #art #fuckedUSA

I feel #petulant against this world, this life. Like a child, I want to throw my hands to the side and then stomp out a fit. Thunder rolling from the bottoms of my feet. I might even pull on my hair and shed tears of frustration. So many tears. What is this life? #vss365

The ways through Faerie are winding and weird. A #Thoroughfare is not a common thing there when wandering…A hop, skip, and jump could lead you astray. You might not find what you’re looking for but maybe, in those trails, you’ll find what you need.

#vss365

The wood was old and soured. It had been made to last but it was tired now. Along each edge, the rusted iron of old rails ran, stretching the curves and straight sections of track. Each step brought back childhood memories. Walking this path would…the horn screamed. Ahh, too late.
#hbp73

Governments exist on confidence. Not on liberty. Not on righteousness. Not on force. They exist because people believe that they do. Because they don’t ask questions. - Tiamat’s Wrath by James S. A. Corey #revolution #USA #government

#Guess,” she implored.
“I don’t like guesses,” he whined.
“Guess.”
“You cut your hair?”
“Eargh. Wrong.”
“You…had your nails done?”
“Wrong again. Last guess.”
“You’re wearing a new blouse?”
“You are so unobservant. No…the right answer is Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!”

#vss365 #prompt

My tent unfurled, the dinner fire was burning, and the sun was setting. Above, the sky wheeled around and stars began to wink into existence. On the hiking trail, or just off it, I could always find my #vespers. Nature was my divine office.
#vss365

#Question it, question everything,” the professor demanded, her voice increasing in timbre. With a pause and a smile, she threw up a Vulcan salute and replaced the tin-foil hat on her head.
Best masterclass I never paid for, I thought.
#vss365

She was #turning it, left and right. Too large for mouth, the hard plastic rubbed against lips. Tongue pressed against the rough shape, finding purchase on little button. “Hello, BABY!” the dog toy shrieked as she threw it to the floor (again.) With a pounce she snapped it up. #vss365

She wasn’t #prompt. She never was. Always, at least an hour late. Yet, I waited. I waited. For what?
#vss365

The vampire’s proper #decorum, courtesy, and lonely elegance standing in the dim lantern light inspired me to the foolish. I could not help but invite her in. It was a mistake I wouldn’t regret for long.

#vss365

There is a dividing line, a ragged rending of space between my dreams and my responsibilities. It is a #schism torn between my soul and my mind. On the one hand, practicality and responsibility. And in the other passion and profound purpose. I am a bridge torn between both sides.
#vss365

The wind ruffled gently the silken #feathers on all four, or was it six?, wings. I couldn’t tell as I looked in the myriad shapes and colors of eyes, uncountable as they stared through my soul. “Be not afraid,” it whispered. But, to the depth of my soul, I was. #vss365 #vssdaily

The vapid vampire vamoosed when Van Helsing viewed his visage.

✔️ A highly recommended read. Skilled labor in the US is in a free fall. Domestic industry, including that which supplies our military, will be crippled if we do not open a path for immigrants.

Disgusting.

Well, I’m working on The King In Yellow but I took a break because I felt a head cold messing with my mind. Watched the Hellboy Crooked Man and while it wasn’t great (IMO) it did remind me of the comics in some way. That confirms Mignola’s hand in the writing.

I was gifted “The King in Yellow” this year for my birthday and I’ve been waiting to start it. It’s been on my to-read list for a long time. Today is a great day to start.

Points at the world. Points in the other direction. Waves arms emphatically. You know, the usual.

I’m having a hard time; am I the butterfly or the bee? Do I float or do I sting? Recently everything has been called into question…and I feel like I’m a spectator in my own life. I’m both depending on how you look at me…and does that make sense?