(sigh) ... I will be very happy to have this week behind me. The Girls are on spring break from daycare, so I have to get out of the house with them even earlier than usual to get them over to my mom's place, then I have them all afternoon. This means that I do not get my 2 hours or so of studying done in the afternoon, which is 2 more hours of stuff to do at night ... before getting a couple of hours of sleep and starting the process over. I am butt-dragging. Bleh. We have a career/resume workshop on Friday that I have done NOTHING for so far, being barely able to keep up on the reading. Since I finished up the current book tonight, I guess I'll "have the decks cleared" to work on that stuff tomorrow night. The "final" for this class is on Monday, followed by a week of developing a project (and ... whoopie! ... a whole day off next Friday). Got this thing written yesterday ... and we know what a lovely mood I was in yesterday. Maybe you should go look at http://i.am/btripp to find something that's just morose ... but click on this anyway, OK?
UNPREPARED FOR SUCH ATTACKS
an emptiness hollowed, an absence unwhere, subsumed in vagueness and unseen mists, veils with no substance, walls without line; no way to progress here, no chance to break through
the darkness we bear is a stain, is a scar, foisted upon us by malevolent worlds, twisted and evil, warped and unpure, a vileness embedding all frames of this state
agents of oppression rise everywhere, they lurk behind masks proffering aid, biding their time for the vulnerable strike quickly attacking with eviscerating blades
at every hand the enemies rush, from every quarter, every position of trust, always at times of maximum ache when focus is elsewhere and we cannot defend
the hatred, the rage, the madness, the bile; how I would destroy all systems like these and their putrescent drones, their pestering flies