“On bad days I talk to Death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that’s not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage and suicide is definitely your last performance and being addicted to the stage, suicide was never an option – plus people get to look you over and stare at your fatty bits and you can’t cross your legs to give that flattering thigh angle and that’s depressing. So we talk. She says things no one else seems to come up with, like let’s have a hotdog and then it’s like nothing’s impossible.

She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I’m more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. And when I do accept that, I know Death is somewhere inside of me. She was the kind of girl all the girls wanted to be, I believe, because of her acceptance of “what is.” She keeps reminding me there is change in the “what is” but change cannot be made till you accept the “what is.”

Tori Amos, Death: The High Cost of Living
Artist unknown

What of those who DO have a soul?

Perhaps the most appalling thing about the current crisis is we have someone in s position of power who has no talent for the job he’s been thrust into, and who’s lack of empathy cannot be hidden behind shell corporations or by the veils thrown up by sycophants and “yes” people. At the time of this writing, nearly 8000 people have died; deaths potentially avoidable, at least in scale, if the “leader” of the free world hadn’t minimized the situation and actually taken presidential action instead of going out for a free rounds of golf in the two months preceding the crisis.

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Something Old, Something Covid-19

I’d had it.

Until yesterday, I was doing my social distancing as we all should be doing at this time (bear with me, this post won’t be preachy about the pandemic; this post, anyway…) and doing the exact opposite with social networking and getting a little too wrapped up in over- and shit-posting and would you please take a few steps back, Michael, ‘cos I’m a-feeling a little claustrophobic…

Yeah. That thing.

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