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Field of Dreams

September 17, 2021 - 11:01 -- Admin

The chicken pen---that looks akin to a war trench without the shrapnel---got shooshed and their hunched was relocated. There's bare earth where it was, a mix of hard soil and soft because when it rains the only dust bath is the one shielded by their quarters above.

It's nice out and I'm in wait mode for a call. So I went in and raked over that space, gouging clods from the ground.

Post-event 30 minutes on is great

September 15, 2021 - 17:06 -- Admin

As a fat person blessed with IBS I am constantly in mild gut pain. It's better since I semi-retired but being clogged up and gloomy for it is my norm. That combined with muscular-skeletal malformation that left me a foot shorter than I should be with malformed fingers (short) and feet (flat) means I am a grump who is always sore.

Love for Trump is my dad shooting whales off a tugboat

September 15, 2021 - 16:55 -- Admin

After some years inland we moved to the coast and there was an island for day trips from the harbour via a tugboat. For school kids most got a yearly visit and on some you might be lucky to catch sight of a whale

Our teacher asked us to draw a picture of the day and I still have it. There's me, the tugboat, other kids, and my dad in an orange shirt at the prow shooting whales.

Three pants dreaming

September 9, 2021 - 20:12 -- Admin

I wear ladies PJ bottoms to bed---because they don't have a dong flap like the boys so I can wear them in public---and mostly sleep on my right because of the bursa on the left. 

Last night I writhed about so much I woke and changed my pants rwice, my lower half slick with dreaming sweat.

Bare-chested with a hat on

September 4, 2021 - 07:09 -- Admin

It’s raining in the nation’s capital and I had to go outside. Dressed in my underpants shorts, boxers made of cotton with an elasticised waist which are pulled high, I didn’t want to arse about for a shirt since I want to go back to sleep.

But I put on a hat.

24 hours

August 29, 2021 - 23:42 -- Admin

I just went 24 hours without gouging at my four active wound sites. I thought I'd kicked it but relapsed.

So 24 hours; let's try for 48. 

Self-harm is deeply fucked up and hard as shit to stop when you have access to all you need instantly at hand. Like at 3am when you've just woken for a wee and your first move is to claw at your cheek.

Forty years of this crap; forty. 

OCPD might make me a better man but it comes at a cost of literal defacement. 

Class Action Park

August 29, 2021 - 23:31 -- Admin

Class Action Park is a totes awesome doco on Netflix about a decidedly '80s.amusement park that used faked insurance to get away with amusements that were a cascade of injury and death in potentate whose survival was a rite of passage for kids in the tri-state area. 

I’ve dug another hole!

August 9, 2021 - 16:21 -- Admin

That is a classic line from The Castle where one of the characters digs holes for pleasure.

The other night I dug a hole in my middle left toe when trying to sleep I ripped the toe nail off.

Sounds gruesome but I got pleasure throb from the wound site as it blared from its tightly wrapped confines within doona folds.