One oh

You fall into that small and select group for which I feel an instant warmth and affinity, as well as a sense of protectiveness that almost embarrasses me, that I feel I should cloak and suppress for the sake of propriety and comfort. The light of your eyes, the corners of your smile, are more sly, more knowing and irresistible, than anything else about you, and that’s saying a lot. I want to secretly slay all your demons, to ambush adversity as it’s targeting in on you, to remove obstacles without ever making myself known in the process, because life should be smooth, easy, and happy for you. I can’t offer this to you, I’m afraid, but I want it with a white hot intensity; not because I want to be loved for this labour, but because you, among a very small number, deserve a life like what I imagine.

Postcards from the front

"I wouldn't say that the tide is turning, but there have been significant gains made lately, such that we in the resistance take heart, and press onward with revolutionary fervor firm in our minds. With luck, soon the heartlands will be ours!"





(yeah, I should probably stop drinking now)

Unfortunate accident, or cause?

It's coming up on late for working folks, I'm awake, restless, bored, and dissatisfied with the options at my disposal here amongst the fuzzy little bastards. It's really all about timing, isn't it?