But for me, this wasn't a jump. It wasn't even a jog. No, this was a prolonged limp caused by a bear trap being constructed around my leg and no matter what I did or how hard I tried, the bear trap wouldn't come off. Yeah, it would loosen up a bit so that I could limp forward a bit faster than normal, or it would become a little lighter so I could perhaps swing my leg forward like I'm about to hit the meanest Electric Slide possible, but the trap never comes off. I pry and claw at it and I believe that if I could just remove this bear trap that was constructed around my leg, I can quickly clean up my wound and run with the best of the best. The trap is persistent. The trap won't let go.
I hesitated on posting this. I worried mostly about getting me and my loved ones doxxed if this post gained any traction out in these digital streets. The news about Ahmaud Arbery was just trickling in when I originally put this down and of course, COVID-19. So I put it down. Then Breonna Taylor and … Continue reading White Supremacy is a Death Cult
And as you can see, I am not dead. I'm going to be real with you. Keeping up with everything that the COVID-19 pandemic has thrown at us these past couple of months has been absolutey exhausting and not conducive for my particular brand of creativity. Work has had constant changes because they are pretty … Continue reading Quarantine Thoughts
Per dictionary.com I talk about anxiety quite a bit. It is a topic of frequent thought and conversation in my life. There is one word in that definition that I want you to pay the most attention to. Fear. Per dictionary.com I want to bring your attention to that word, because for the most part, … Continue reading What It Really Is
Stop sacrificing because feeling like you need to, for the validity of chossing the mature thing. The survival thing. The "adult" thing [sic].Iron Lion Jackson As we are prone to do, a good friend and I were having a conversation about my various neuroses. He told me that I am carrying a lot of guilt … Continue reading Guilt and Shame Are A One-Two (One-Two) Punch
My co-woker split a bag of cherries with me. Get you mind out of the gutter. Now put it back in. I'm nuturing my desires more, really coming to grips with what I want. Maybe soon I'll be able to say them out loud without the fear of it not being understood or reciprocated. Possession. … Continue reading Snap, Crackling, Cherry Popping Good