NDSL, Day 7.

grinning through the excrement and laughing through the fall
marching through the agony, from staggering to crawl
reaching out, one chuckle left, with nothing left to scrawl

NDSL, Day 6.

Weary days like these are those that feed hermitic rants:
Fuck the sun, the open air. But most of all, fuck pants.

NDSL, Day 5.

Beware the ides? Honey. Listen,
  After all that's come to pass,
Any day that ends in 'day's
 A proper day to watch your ass.

NDSL, Day 4.

Bored and tired. Same as same; I guess things could be worse.

At least I'm in a coffee shop instead of in a hearse.

NDSL, Day 3.

Joy's a funny thing.  I've mine; to yours, a bended ear.

A swollen heart to hear it, but a wish that you were here.

NDSL, Day 2.

I'd like a life without too many lies.
A quiet death, and all that it implies.

NDSL, Day 1.

It occurs to me that I actually started doing something like this almost exactly a year ago, before I started blogging or even before I was (particularly) active on Twitter. It was just as Facebook status updates, and I eventually phased myself out of it as The Animal dragged me kicking and screaming into VEDA. Which is totally coming up in a month. Shit, I should get ready for that.

Anyway. The moral of this story is that I'm going to kick off with the same couplet that I started with a year ago. Partly because I like it, partly because it works as a starting point, and mostly because I've got to get up early tomorrow and all I want to think about right now is the burger that's GrubHubbing its way to me as we speak.


Never there's a start in life that isn't born of pain.
The day that you lose everything, you've everything to gain.