It seemed morbid to post this poem on my birthday so I waited a bit
I woke from a fever dream, screamed and woke again.
She was fickle and distant and cursed beautiful madness.
Like a cow in line at the butcher’s suddenly realizing the futility of its course. Far beyond the point of being able to alter its destiny.
I know I haven’t really gotten to why I switched blogs yet. That’ll come soon, I promise. In the interim I have to talk about today’s news. I went to CNN.com and here are the top news stories. These are put in my idea of least bad, to worst. Movie “Over my dead body” sucks…