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Tag Archives: consequences
Dreams. I don’t remember them often. I wake to a hazy shade of blank in the morning, most days. Not this morning. Somehow aware I was sleeping and dreaming, I couldn’t shake my disturbing visions – splicings of abuse and trauma all swirling in my head. The Characters Coffee shop, old-style American ‘70s joint with tattered vinyl booths, [...]
I’m in zombieland. Mono-focused. I know what I want. I’m after it. Period. Brains. Nommy brains. Mmkay, no. I want life to be my bitch. That requires me being strong, fit, and healthy. It requires me undoing bullshit that caused me to gain back 8 pounds — and probably several inches — of the 70 [...]
So, earlier I asked if you have the right to ask a risk-taker to tone down their lifestyle once you get hooked to them. My opinion? No. You do not. And if they tell you you can go ahead and tell them how to change; don’t. You’d fucking with what oughtn’t be fucked. In a nutshell. [...]