The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The anti-christ has come.

Five months, then godsdammit, starts. Helluva year to go through this. Evil is afoot.

A doomed year of the fire cock.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Nothing more to say

Christmas card signed "your friend" from not-a-friend. She wanted to be a mentor, and when I was 20, that didn't seem so bad, but even then I knew she wasn't a friend. Reacquainted decades later, she still bored, condescended to, me, but I made nice, until she pushed it.

Didn't respond actively, since that would have been unkind, merely ignored plethora of advice from oddball.

The times they are a changin'

122 days, which is no guarantee, but I'm so ready. Reading about cuck, as in cuckhold which is apparently still a thing. Like they're fucking Sicilian Renaissance dicks owning their women, which makes no damn sense.

The unmasking, will it spur a change?

Saturday, December 3, 2016

just one

Just one spot. And nothing else. So, 99?

Slept again, though.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Spot the anomaly

Started up again, a good 98 days. Slowing dramatically. Barely starting.

Slept 11 hours last night.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

No desire to be a hero

I am resolved, if needed, that I will lay down my life for the vulnerable. Much rather live in a civilized society of kindness and compassion, but I never want to be a coward in the face of evil. I hate Islam as all religions, but will defend to the death the right to believe as conscience leads.

Damn, this is not how it should be.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Flashing lights and night terrors

One week on HRT. Night sweats and hot flashes, cold flashes and shivers. Enough is ebloodynough.

And 88 days and waiting.