Here’s Céad Míle Fáilte to friend and to rover
That’s a greeting that’s Irish as Irish can be
It means you are welcome
A thousand times over
Wherever you come from, Whosoever you be
“Prohasar man opre pirend, sa muro djiben semas opre chengende” — Bury me standing, I’ve been on my knees my whole life. -Romani Saying
I have made a decision. I have decided what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to be a polar bear. / After all, what’s better than fresh salmon and the destruction of human civilization? / That is . . . if the rapture doesn’t happen before I can grow copious amounts of white fur all over my body. / Why do certain Christian extremists tend to forget what the Bible says about…
So the leg hurts. Blood is such a funny thing. Incredibly smooth sometimes, lumpy when it’s at its worse. A tad bit of pain is no problem but the occasional panic about the future might sometimes strike a flurry of confusion.
I have been mysteriously absent lately. It’s not permanent. Things have just been stressful, and then I took a much needed break. I am still here.
I am sitting here, cold but sweating, feeling like a bird is going to hatch from my brain. I keep wondering if I will ever feel fully awake again.