day it is anymore. I think the President might say “nigger” today. Last week, the government came together to sign a historic $2 trillion Coronavirus Stimulus Bill. Then bad shit happened and then it got worse. Continue reading “apocalypse Marchness”
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I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms. There’s just no way. No amount of language—language simply doesn’t allow for it. Language is simply incapable of expressing things that don’t make sense. Continue reading “apocalypse March 27, 2020”
As of this day, the Twenty-Sixth of March, In The Year of Our Lord 2020, I have completed exactly Sixteen Consecutive Quarantined Days since disembarking from Flight NK 380 to Detroit, Continue reading “apocalypse March 26, 2020”
Here we go, past Adam and Eve, from Eastest Asia, through Greco-Roma and Indo-Persia, to ChristEuropa and America, and now The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerontuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!), a Vican recirculation. Continue reading “apocalypse March 25, 2020”
It doesn’t matter which day it is anymore. Yesterday, the President tweeted “THIS IS WHY WE NEED BORDERS!” Continue reading “apocalypse March 24, 2020”
I must’ve wondered if I’d ever see snow again. The snows of Christmas and Kilimanjaro. The snows at the end of winter when afternoons return. The snows of dawn and mittens pink and blue. Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)”
Here’s a list of things I’m thinking but probably shouldn’t say: Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Ten: 3-22-2020)”
who dares to catch these whispers, dense as lead?
what last words, love? what were the last ones said?
will all these voices wilt when we are dead?
could someone spare a crane to lift this head? Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Nine: 3-21-2020)”
Nobody knows what day it is anymore. The President said “please” on Wednesday, as in, “Any questions, please?” Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eight: 3-20-2020)”
Hail to the artists! Come out, come out, you venerable souls! Pens, Brushes, Cameras, Woodwinds, Strings! Come out, come out, you shy little shits! Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Seven: 3-19-2020)”
