“A Dumpster in Connecticut”

I don’t even know what TV show they’re watching in the living room but I overheard a snippet:

“You ever notice how all of his stories are like, this one time, I got so wasted? Or, this one time, I woke up in a dumpster in Connecticut?”

I usually ignore the TV, but —

I snorted a little too loudly at that for reasons I would rather not elaborate on.

Posted at at November 28, 2017 on Tuesday, November 28, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

If nobody has told you they love you today, stop being an asshole.

Posted at at November 27, 2017 on Monday, November 27, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Well...

Lul @ the women at Thanksgiving dinner anxiously eyeing the two gay guys at dinner for signs of us planning to open a joint Pier One Credit Card together later this afternoon. 

Mom was cornering me like, “Well?” 

“Well, what?”

I identify as a Bear in the gay community

Specifically, a Panda Bear:

If you introduce me to a potential mate we won’t get along and then we’ll refuse to mate in captivity!

Finally: "I like chubby guys now, mom. It’s harder for them to run away!"

Posted at at November 23, 2017 on Thursday, November 23, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

A Journey from Here to There to Here








Posted at at November 23, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

My parachute has a few extra holes in it.

The local volunteer FD has a message up on their marquee that says “a mind is like a parachute, it only works when it’s open.”

I think I’ve been supporting this product for a little too long because my immediate thought was “a mind is like a parachute. Sometimes it doesn’t work, even when you open it!”

Posted at at November 12, 2017 on Sunday, November 12, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Poetry

“You conclude well that poetry is not born of the rules, except by the merest chance, but that the rules derived from the poetry. For that reason there are as many genres and species of true rules as there are of true poets.”

“How will the true poets, then, be recognized?”

“By our singing their verses, and by this, that when they are sung, either they will be delightful, or they will be useful, or they will be useful and delightful at the same time.”

Posted at at November 10, 2017 on Friday, November 10, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Stuck

One of the last times that Wayne was Wayne and I was I, we were perplexed by our friend Derek’s recent behavior ever since he’d bought something called an “iPad.”

Wayne said “He just sits there stuck in a loop staring at everyone’s profile pictures. I think something’s wrong with him. He sat underneath that tree all day. And when I went to check on him he was staring off into space and he had tears rolling down his face.”

Posted at at November 10, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

I’ve got a late night Friday date

With a fierce fucking playlist and a rental car on a desolate stretch of the Oklahoma Turnpike.

A friend tells me it’s snowing.

I haven’t seen snow in yeeeeeears.



Posted at at November 10, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Texas in my Rear [view Mirror]

I was driving through Austin debating my next move.

I have a mechanic who I’ve entrusted to ship my cars out before. I usually save a few hundred bucks because I have a flexible pickup timeframe with him.

I thought about going to a certain *cough* establishment that I've already said plenty about.

Then I started remembering names.

Nah. Fuck that.

I decided to just keep going.

Then my car just straight up fucking died on I-35 crossing Lady Bird Lake.

I’m not even mad.

I laughed my head off.

Posted at at November 07, 2017 on Tuesday, November 7, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Thérèse

Ok, that got me in the feels.


Posted at at November 07, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Heaven Scent

Little Thérèse
Spending your eternal Heaven
Doing good upon the earth

I ask, please,
Pick a bloom from the gardens of Paradise
And send it down to me
With a message
Of your gentle love

Oh little flower, Thérèse,
Powerful, in every need, body and spirit,
From the heart of God
Please, grant this favor, and now, please,
Confidence, in your hands,
I beseech you

Send me your majestic rain of roses
So that I may share your grace
Bless me with blooms of lily
Blooms of violet
Blooms of buttercups
Blooms of lilac
Blooms of jasmine
Blooms of hyacinth
Blooms of honeysuckle
Blooms of magnolia
Blooms of gardenia
Blooms of tuberose
Let fall from Heaven, please,
The Shower of Flowers
Let me be anointed with the splendor of their perfumed essence
So that I may see the face of God
In all people, and in all experiences.

Oh my glorious sister Thérèse
Prodigy of miracles
Your petals unfurled
I implore your miraculous intercession
Whisper to me,
Help me to always
Trust as you did
In God our Father's great love for me
So that in your fragrant path
I might imitate your venerable little way
and walk heroically
Holding the blossom of grace with me each day.
Amen.

Let fall from Heaven, please,
The Shower of Flowers
Let me be anointed with the splendor of their perfumed essence
So that I may see the face of God in all people and in all experiences
So that in your fragrant path
I might imitate your venerable little way.

Posted at at November 07, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Pay Attention, this is for you.

I found the song in Spotify’s weekly recommendations a couple of days ago.

I had heard the tambourine in the opening notes and it reminded me of Tears for Fears’ Shout.

So I grabbed the phone and played that song instead.

Over the next few days it came up on shuffle and I ignored it.

A couple words got my attention though.

I remember thinking there was probably a message in that bottle for me and that I’d get around to it later.



Posted at at November 07, 2017 on by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

“what they did yesterday afternoon”

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

— warsan shire 

Posted at at November 06, 2017 on Monday, November 6, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Hope I Wake Up Tomorrow

Hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

I hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

I hope the sun shines brighter,
I hope that I can finally put down that lighter,
And everything I'm smoking,
And my load will feel lighter.

I'm just approaching life with eyes open
And now I'm just a fighter,
I might have done some things,
that God wouldn't like.

But I'm looking at that lightning,
and what tomorrow brings
Looking for redemption in every song I'm singing

We can all pray together
that when we get it that we keep it 
and it stays forever 
I wanna say forever

I'm just looking once and only
Hoping that tomorrow I don't feel so lonely,
If only I was a better man, a weak man said
If I was dealt a better hand

But I don't take nothing for granted,
I feel like I'm standing on the edge of the planet
Trying to make time stop
But he don't give a damn

And I'm moving with the flow,
and everything I know
I know nothing
But sometimes you've gotta let it go.

Sometimes it's cold and you've gotta let it snow
Sometimes the devil says you've gotta feel alone
If there's something wrong baby, you've just gotta let me know.
I can take it, I can deal, if it's time for me to go

And let go of the sorrow, 
I'm just hoping that I wake up tomorrow.

Hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

I hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

Hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

Hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

I Hope I wake up tomorrow,
and everything just looks so different.

-- DP, fortyeighthours



Posted at at November 03, 2017 on Friday, November 3, 2017 by By razingeden |   | Filed under: