My old fishtank is in the hallway, looking for a new home I remember Blueberry, and how I let him die. AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM  A sound to kill the thinking, to let the brain just be.

515   423   ᗡ   THURISAZ/THORN       THE HERMIT   It’s so predictable. The US becomes a Righteous Christian state —Christian in their...

“Here comes a lost soul!” a man shouts at me as I walk home from work.  “Sup” I say. “Keep your head up.” He says and goes back to his conversation with the other man standing at the street corner. I don’t usually think of myself as a lost soul. I think it’s a lost world. I think if the world was right, there would be nothing wrong with any of us.