in the hospital amid flowers and visitors, baby yawns and samsara begins here begin joy and hope, fear and adversity, desire and discipline a beautiful son formed in wondrous detail
a life of ravaged relationships and forgotten names once held dear, a life of conflict and a life of fear... forging a small new world against the grain, always against the grain
everything is good and a healthy c-section is expected in 4 days, says the doctor so the hours stretch out like deserts with the sacred mountain in view. conversations and distractions
the serpent rods and the satellite Gods, the constant flow of caffeine lifeblood, the corporate moon and the judicial sun, little white pills to keep away despair Armageddon
I've been keeping my life running like an old car that's half made of junk-yard parts The clock's busted and the fender's rusted but my character engine can be safely trusted