TMi

Ah, June a delightful month. Full of birthdays (I know too many Gemini), father’s day, the summer solstice, men's mental health awareness… the celebrating of slaves getting  unslaved  two whole years and a bit after the  unslavatud e oficial ....  It's a whole month for a lot of people to stop concentrating on how awful it is that there are others in the world who are vastly different than they are, and focus on human rights, perhaps? Because what even are human rights anymore? June for the Baja frontier has been, shall we say, Pantone color *Mortally Red #ED1827.5 (*not an actual Pantone color). Very intentional deaths have ramped up to about a murder nearly every single day. I am no social studies genius, but this paroxysm juuuuust might have to do with that upset Mexico experienced way back in February when a cartel leader was taken out. “Power vacuums are awesome!” I declare out of nowhere with both thumbs energetically up and a shit...

That I have been depressed and bitter for the past few months is understating.  Perhaps I should have remained silent for having nothing nice to say, but no. I have to go on being that wretched thing trying to express itself; a thing all determined to make monthly posts to prove that it is steadfast in a... craft. And if it's trash, then it's trash. That was my best at the time. Everyone has to take a shit. I too will be forgiven for stinking up a room?  These days have been brighter and I can share what my dopamine depression distraction was this time. My hormonal state was balanced enough for me to nudge back toward educational amusement; which got me to where my goring complaints about existence could lose their brute force, and the knife throwing more nerfed than dodgeball. Heh, my complaints would have sparkling  brut  force then? Languages are fascinating. I can and do get caught up in thinking about the way people attach sounds to objects, ideas, acti...