atrocity_exhibition birdmad bringing it all back, standing before the mirror peeling away the little veneers of normalcy embracing the vaguely reptillian impulse that always surges just beneath the skin the part that never thinks too far beyond the "eat-fuck-kill" mechanisms in the deep recesses then recoiling in disgust from it caught naked in these_inbetween_spaces what do i do now? what do i do for an encore? and just like Golden Earring said: "where do i go, now that i've gone too far?" truthfully, i have begun to make peace with not knowing. a degree of existential uncertainty was always one of my biggest anxieties mostly now i worry about banalities, but generally not enough to keep from occasionally fucking up. like Grendel's dragon, seeing past and present and even future and just doing "whatever" 091028 what's it to you? who go blather from