So I’m back, if you can call it that. I didn’t really go anywhere, unless you consider imploding into a psychic wormhole created by the crushing gravitational grip of my own fears and insecurities to be a form of travel? If so, I’ve racked up some serious mileage on this baby.
I did manage a few lame attempts at piling up words and hacking them into shapes with the plastic spatula of my limited intellect during my self-imposed exile, and I’ll be pushing them out over the next few evenings for everyone to pick over. Big steaming piles of words with the occasional kernel of insight embedded in there. Which is strange, because I don’t remember consuming anything insightful lately. But that’s Reddit for you. Anyhow, I gotta clear these decks to make room for more inept puns and jokes about IBS, you know? Some poems too I guess.
So brace yourselves for impact and say a tearful good-bye to your sanity, because like a barbeque balanced on top of a broken septic tank, shit’s about to get lit.