Working class blog devoted to not so daily ruminations on anti-social psychosis, transcendent liberation theology, Jesus Christ, the psychological abuse and mental torture created by being a Dodger fan, fast guitar playing and demystifying the false (or perhaps true) paradigmatic beliefs I carry about my ability to pleasure myself and others, particularly women who cannot love me.
when Inky dies? It just hit me again today. Right now. I simply cannot imagine my life without my closest, dearest friend and companion in the world. I imagined my grief today and have just been struck dumb and numb. The well of sadness, its implication, is too overwhelming to comprehend.
posted by Tony Forkush at 3:29 PM
A lot more where that came from.
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