"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke


sometimes i get sidetracked.

i have a lot of catching up to do here.  there are couplings i need to write about.  i got sidetracked for a bit.  lost my job.  turned thirty.  had a drastic change in the dynamic of my relationship with the devil.  that last bit threw me for a fucking loop.  i've had a real hard time finding my footing after that experience, but i'm finally getting my head together.

i'll be back in the coming week to tell you some dirty stories.

in the meantime, here's this.
"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi