A bit of a rant

Warning: contains expletives - not for the faint of heart!

Grrrrr... why does it always have to rain on weekends?! And why does bad news always come with the rain? I'm fucking sick of the bad news!!!!! And this time it's about my partner's sister - she broke her hip a couple of days ago and is awaiting surgery. And she lives in Serbia so a visit is out of the question. Damn, as if there wasn't enough shit hitting the fan already!!!

And if that's not enough, I go and read a mushy book about a woman diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was actually a good read, written with enough humour and gentle cynicism to make the situation bearable but still... not exactly uplifting. Damn!

And whoever says time heals all wounds is a fucking lyer. All the pain is still there and if anything it is getting more profound, more absorbing. I must keep my mind occupied with all kinds of profane things to prevent it wandering. Because each time I let it wander it ends up in the same wretched place filled with nothing but grief and regrets... and how does one prevent an inquisitive mind from wandering?!

Trash or art?

TWT 33 (sort of)

He paused for a moment before turning into a narrow street, surprised by a sudden feeling of xenisation. After all, he knew the place. He wanted to turn away and run but he knew it was too late. He would have to face the consequences of his pigritude. He sighed and strode hesitantly toward a hallway of an ancient building at the far side of the street. He rummaged through his pockets for the key, trying to postpone the inevitable. He took a deep breath before turning the key, expecting maleolent air to assault his nostrils. It's been several weeks since that wild party and he remembered leaving the flat in a complete mess, remnants of food and drink and body liquids smeared all over the place. However, nothing could prepare him for what he found when the door finally sprang open: the place was clean and spotless except for a small lump of unidentifiable grey matter in the far corner of the room.

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DC, 22, was reported missing yesterday by his girlfriend, PZ. PZ told the investigators DC said he was going to clean up his flat four days ago and had not been seen since. The flat was found open but cleaned and disinfected and forensics could find no sign of DC's presence or any criminal activity in and around the flat. Further investigation is underway.

a nod to silly haiku wednesday

before its season
this frost
where blossoms used to be
bare stalks

(we actually had an extraordinary cold spell with some frosty mornings in the last 10 days or so)

and yes, contemporary haiku not only do not have to be in the 5-7-5 syllable format (the total number of syllables should preferably be less than 17), the number of lines is not fixed either

Prints and ties

I guess the image speaks for itself...

See monster

Here it comes, clinging to the rail for support and just about to spill over the platform. What is it after? Should everybody be running for their lives or does it simply long for some company now the tourists have left?

No trespassing

Still, how often we ignore warning signs...

But what if there are no warning signs and one keeps treading on in good faith ... and all of a sudden finds oneself stuck in a queachy bog with no escape...