my comment today on racism

a racist says I haven’t got a racist bone in my body and then drags tf out of Meghan Markle and I’m like “Remarkable how racists center racism as occurring in bones when it occurs in brains and behaviour. I wish they’d leave bones out of it, skeletons aren’t racist.”

In other news, my right knee is GIBBLED. I went for a walk with Paul yesterday. Picked up BBQ at Re-Up in the Quay, but it was a long wait for the food and they got the order wrong so I probably won’t do that again. Paul seems to be in pretty good shape, he was joking a lot.

Spoke briefly to Katie. I bought some silicone chewies for Alex, they should come the middle of March. They are in the shape of Creepers in Minecraft. Kids with anxiety can chew on them, instead of themselves; Alex is already chewing on bits of himself so externalizing it without hurting his teeth is kind of the background for this purchase.

Spoke briefly to Keith, he was in the middle of a gaming session with Katie’s Bf Mike.

Spoke briefly to my Mike, gave him soup after he said my last soup delivery saved his soul alive.

Walked at the Quay – saw a seal. Didn’t walk the whole distance because my knee crapped out and when I woke up this morning I flexed it and PAIN PAIN PAIN wowzers.

didn’t do a damned thing on my projects. Maybe today will be better.

Lungs and schnozz congested. I am so fracking tired of how every little tickle is IS IT THE LURGY am i GONNA DIE am i gonna KETCH IT two MINUTES BEFORE the freaking JAB IS AVAILABLE

 

 

She

She, that instant and immortal she
always standing where you want to be
she moves the backdrop falls away
the pleasure centre yells hooray
she’s a blip on your detector
a bogey on your scope
she’s coming for you
how will you ever cope
you can’t drown her in alcohol
or dodge her with dope
you better learn to pray now
it’s your only hope

She that anchor in a rolling sea
redefines this brief reality
The waves may crash the wind may roar
and all you’ll ever want is more, more, more
she’s a blip on your detector
a bogey on your scope
she’s coming for you
how will you ever cope
You’re standing on a cliff edge and
you just ran out of rope
you better learn to pray now
it’s your only hope

 

Wrote this in MontrĂ©al. Although it’s just a midi piano line here, try to imagine it as arena rock, because that’s how I hear it.