Ramble On: Winter 2025-2026 Edition

We all bleed red.  There is a collection of Mr. Potato Head video games for PCs.  If you only save/bookmark (and never like) content from your feed on Instagram, then you can go into your saves and delete all/some when your algorithm is no longer suiting you.  Call for a bloody good time.  Fading in and out of existence.  Winter sunrise.  Playing Tchaikovsky while in moderate LA traffic makes it seem like all of the cars around you are dancing in a ballet.  Cold moon.  A ridiculous amount of Pokémon knowledge.  Remnants of yesteryear.  “This is what happens to those who leave a life of solitary contemplation and choose to come to dwell in cities among people full of infinite evil.” Excerpt From Leonardo da Vinci, Walter Isaacson  I wonder how much time I waste deleting emails every day.  Top (Secret) Ramen.   Delete. Delete. Delete.  Points for using “besmirched” in daily conversation.  Parmesan cheese has starte...
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Youth (Archive)

My youth was found in middle-class apartments and a bottle of Jack.  It was found in kissing boys that were so much older than me., lying about my age, and passing out on the bathroom floor.  It was waiting, all week, for the weekend -- and another opportunity to ruin some dream. 

Everyone would know my name.  

Everyone would have touched my face. 

The price of being young.



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