cdlxi. marian

the desire to hear what you’re up to as a tale of glory is so strong in me. i go running to have something to do.

cdvi. body pains after work

at night, i fly high over rows of rooftops bent like a sea of tents. my cobbled body stares back at me.

cdiii. david and goliaths

he thinks he can bring down all giants with his slingshot, so he tamps powder tight into bombs nightly, recites a litany of hate as his evening prayer, tells himself all who are not him or like him are evil, laughs while the rest of the world mourns.

clxxxii. sir, you have to know this

stupidity, like space and pi, is infinite.

clxxxi. you can’t work from home

regardless of your thrumming laptop telling the world that it doesn’t matter what the conditions may be.

clxviii. stress-related stress

you’ll feel it for days. regardless of how much chocolate you pump into your semi-sluggish veins. regardless of how much ibuprofin you can suck down.

clxv. it’s just stupid

the sky is filled with envious stars. you are the brighter one.

clii. ides

this morning, the sky is julius caesar dressed in a policeman’s uniform after his encounter with friend brutus.

cxxxi. non-terminating recursive algorithm

same shit, different day.

cxxix. when life hands you lemons

you make lemonade. or you could just squeeze the citric acid into the bitch’s eyes and watch her squirm.