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In This Flesh
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I walk around in this flesh, dying each day, containing bowels and brains, maggots and bacteria, sweaty pores and rectal exits and bypasses, behaving as if I know what I am about. It is a horrific joke, quite trying, to realize that not much is accomplished each day and what is accomplished is defined by […]
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Out Of Sorts: A Short Lemmonade Today
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I’m feeling out of sorts, depressed, angry and hostile, pissed and peeved, fed-up, annoyed and aggravated. I don’t suffer fools, but then there are so many, I allow a few to enter. As I age I see that I am more intolerant of foibles, less empathetic, irritable, impatient, anxious that I can’t have my own way, […]
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Intellectually Malnourished, Withered Lemmondade
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At times in life I have experienced a feeling of being intellectually malnourished. That is not exactly what it is. I will try again; it is a sense that I cannot go beyond a certain level of ratiocination, that I am not bright enought to see further or see beyond. I do not compare myself […]