Really? Really?!!

Yeah, it's great the way you talk to our two-year-old. It warms my heart. I can't believe you would be so shitty. You don't talk to adults that way, at least I've never seen you do it. What kind of bully talks to their own son that way?!!
It makes me sick.
With that kind of behavior, it's hard to keep from smoking.

Odium. It's not just a videogame from the late '90s.

Because, everything runs down to inert matter (The element, Lead [Pb/#82] seems our destiny), and because I can't stop hating myself or keep the slugs of depression off of my sweating feet, that's why I'm writing this blog. I will say things here that I can't say at work, home or where I've already declared myself an entity. This the first in a series, I expect, unless I come to lack even the energy to write down my personal malaise. You gaze at the navel, the lint gazes back.