friday_the_thirteenth raze nothing has happened today. there have been no bad omens or questionable coincidences. no mistletoe-tipped arrows have been fired in my direction at loki's behest. no salt has been spilled. i haven't seen a black_cat in weeks. a few of the mirrors in my house are dirty, but none of them are damaged. the moon is working to make itself whole. before i lived here, soot branded this one portion of carpet with the suggestion of uneven eyes. the sliver of dried-out leaf that gave them a mouth has gone. only the sulphide-smeared lids remain. they're as empty as they ever were. styrofoam peanuts litter the floor of an improvised fire pit like wild mushrooms. i don't know how they got here. whatever this was once, now it's a dormant smokestack made of masonry and clay. red_vines with glossy green leaves climb out of the flue, straining to touch the soil they came from. the only thing i fear is losing what's precious to me. and that's true every day, no matter what the norse gods say. 220513 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Friday the Thirteenth: Blathe Title Poetic License i'm_only_happy_when happiness_is_a_warm_cat. "what_do_you_collect?" "best_b_movies_of_all_time!" "like friday_the_thirteenth: special_forces? the one_with_the_freaks?" "no, teenage_geese." "experimental?" black_cat, catastrophizing: apocalyptic_signs, the_end_of_days. 220513 ... nr i was planning to watch something scary. instead, i ended up listening to a podcast in which two women on the most recent season of love_is_blind were interviewed about the men they were engaged to, who happened to be the two scariest men of the season. so there's that. 261113 what's it to you? who go blather from