|We're kindred spirits, he and I. I feel your pain, brother. I feel your pain.|
I know it SEEMS like I just regurgitate whatever nonsense passes through my head onto a keyboard and click a "publish" button. But I actually care about my craft and I want to try to make insightful, intelligent, inscrutable, invasive, and incontinent posts. I aspire to ascertain awesome amounts of appalling assonance (albeit avoiding alliteration.) To find parallel structure. To use parallel structure. To reuse parallel structure. You don't get to where I am in the world through mere luck, by just throwing a ton of random nonsense out and praying someone will like it. No, it takes practice and patience.
And booze. Lots of booze. Oh, and it helps if you place very little value on your own life. And also, if you make many, many poor life decisions.
I know my last two posts have been political, but it is sort of hard to not be political when one of your state's Congressmen gets shot, your chief district judge and a little girl are killed and the national media starts its usual mindless, cannibalistic frenzy. Truth is, it's hard to continuously write about any given subject matter, I've got a terrible case of ADHD and-- oh, hey, I'm going to go get some ice cream...
... what was I talking about? Oh yeah, the toils of being a coal miner. It's a horrendous job. Marked by injury, crippling disease and gross maiming and disfigurement. Most miners lived short lives and were lucky if they didn't lose limbs or suffer burns or premature aging from the gases and chemicals they were exposed to.
|This poor woman is only 19 years old, but she looks over 25.|
|This Jack Daniels bottle, for example, had several good years ahead but was struck down in only a few nights.|
This entry, for example, is about nothing. Not, you know, in the Seinfeld sense where each episode had a plot that sort of rambled. I am writing about literally nothing. And you are reading it because, hell, it beats actual work. Come to think of it, that's mostly why I wrote it, as well. Although, conversely, it actually took a fair amount of effort to write this post so I sort of failed in my slacking. Goddammit.
I lied, though, this post does have a purpose of sorts. It's meant to break the flow of the prior two posts, to switch up from the political ranting of those into just general, insane, pointless ranting. Consider it tension relief, a meaningless distraction to divert your mind from how quickly the world is going to Hell.
|Which, BTW, is really, really quickly.|
|Hint: Because they'll fucking sting you, that's why. Don't fuck with bees.|