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  • 6-word review: 2022

    A raging storm waning indelible sage.

    Happy new year everyone,
    all my best.

    Josh

  • Thank.

    Thank you
for the gift:
your stale breath
on my pillow
after you’ve gone.
What cockleburs 
become sweet comforts
in the fresh winter
parallel glow.

  • Preposterous Ponderings: Veni, Vidi, Vici

    You’ll live,

    or you won’t,

    those are really your two

    options.

  • Reworked: Entropy and the Audacity of Comfort

    You are in danger of living a life so comfortable and soft, that you will die without ever realizing your true potential.

    David Goggins

    The lies we tell ourselves become the excuses we use to placate our own insecurities.

    Embrace change, adversity, and overcome the circumstances. The “obstacle is the way” (Ryan Holiday), because quite simply, that is life. There is no part of life that isn’t the obstacle itself, no matter what lies we tell ourselves.

    As humans, we have the audacity to expect comfort, when reality proves time and again that we are promised nothing but the natural systems of entropy that existed long before and will exist long after us.

  • Let Her

    Let Her

    I wrote you a letter
I could never mean.
Trial and error - 
the survivalist mantra:
blessed are the meek. 

In another era, 
closed captioning
open for grief. 
Down hung heavier -
cycles more vicious
than obscene.

My rock-tied tantra
sunken beneath
a murky green.
  • Amaze

    Amaze

    Twisted and devouring itself, this soul, 

like Midguard’s serpent, into Deadalus’ 

shop of horrors - trapped. 

Fading faster with each death.
  • glass stones

    glass stones

    High brow,
high tower,
high people. 


A grass fed,
half-cocked, 
cockamamie conjecture. 


10,000 hours 
so I know what I’m doing. 
Shiny metal belt;
leather hypersexual. 


Hints to a treasure
like steam
wafting to 
dogshit.

  • 8 Carrots

    A horrific popularity contest
where everyone’s obsessed
with saying the last great thing. 

So, this is what healing looks like?
Another scab
to contradict unrealistic totems. 


Gilded, 
not gold.

  • oneuva

    She’s the kind
of woman 
you meet on the street
and one day 
regret everything,
even though
it all went perfectly
according to plan.

  • Artisanal

    I get them rolled - 
a buck a piece
from the hobo
on the corner. 

Man’s got taste.