Saturday, January 6, 2018

He claws out of the grave

You ever hear yourself and think, for fuck sake, shut the fuck up?

That was me with these dribbles a few months ago. The whole idea was to wake up, spew whatever shit popped into my head as a sort of way to prime the writing pump and then move on to the rest of my day.

But then... I got to thinking too much about what I was going to write, how I wanted to say it, how you might react. Then I realized I was writing angry so goddamn always. Mostly about fuckface von clownstick in the White House.

So when I got the notification that the url expired I figured, well, three years of dribbles is long enough.

So I stopped. Didn't care if I came back. Was writing other shit. Shit I might post, shit I might send off to be published, shit I might never let see the light of day.

Shit not about fuckface von clownstick.

Then all six of you started messaging me nagging.

So you six get to suffer through the misery of my misery of the current administration.

One day, if Wix stops holding the domain hostage, I may buy it again. But I am cheap and lazy. So, you know, don't count on it.

Hope your Christmas didn't suck.

Hope your New Year's celebration didn't suck.

Hope you get your butt touched a lot in 2018.

Titty sprinkles!


Post script, when I saw that Emily Barker was added to Frankfest I was especially gutted not to be there this year. I'm gonna go cry into my coffee now.