Passive Depressive Season 1 finale

Passive Depressive #100

Beautiful Failure

We offered up beauty with two broken hands; the gathered best slipped, trembled from stiff fingers. And every “I love you”, became “I cannot explain”, how far we’ve wandered, and where we have changed. Still we reached, as far as we could fail; in the hope something made it through. Some word or consolation, to show that we were there, that the less we became, the more we tried to care.

Passive Depressive #99.5

Domesticity

 

I bought furniture last night. I’m not much for nesting, but my apartment was barren enough I felt like some junkie flophouse squatter. I picked a agreeable little couch (with two companionable footstools), functional table, and two black lamps. I went to IKEA, not out any particular allegiance, rather it’s the only furniture type store that has permeated my awareness to any degree.

Passive Depressive #99

Letter day: Alpha Hotel Foxtrot Umbrella Charlie Kangaroo

 

I spent my typing on the title; let’s get down to business.

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What do you want?

Curious Zach

Woonsocket, OH

What do I want?

I want Raisin bread that doesn’t put lie to it’s name with every bite.

I want to beat a midget with a 9 iron and have him laugh like it’s was sunshine.  

I want to drink gasoline until my eyes shimmer with rainbows and my words combust.

I want to shake ugly babies until we both start crying

I want a better world for bastards, just because

Passive Depressive #98.5

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Passive Depressive #96

After the Dragon

If I lay down by the dragons side
and neither fought, and neither died
just slept the night, so awful tired
could I still think myself a hero?

And would it be enough I tried
to hang the day, in mercy mired
forget the flesh, and thoughts acquired
at least until we awoke as strangers?

Tertiary life crisis

I almost quit my job this morning. Partly this was inspired by being moved to a whole new position and contract after being given four hours of the required two week minimum training period [1], and informed I would be working 60+ hour work weeks for the next while. The other part was the realization that if I hit the snooze button one more time I could wake up a forty year old entry level IT bachelor eating cold beans in the park on my birthday.

Passive Depressive #95

Happy Labour Day!

Having already raptured all that can be said about the second most sacred day of the year, all that remains is to wish each and everyone one of you loyal Beats-Entrophiles  a  safe and debaucherous Labour Day.

So kick back, take off your pants, grab a handful of chocolately badger droppings and watch this video from the always brilliant Kevin Quain – a.k.a the next Tom Waits.