Day 3 beginning report

A migraine and cat-muggings kept yesterday from being as effective as it should have been. And things are creeping into the rest of the week to create roadblocks. I shove on through, nonetheless...

14,500 / 60,000 (24.0%)

words d'journal

this one's debg's, because to the muse goes the spoils, but am feeling a need to display before she goes off and bonds with it...


"this matters not"

I love what I love - what else matters?
To this truth there is, dear beloved, a lie.
for matter matters not.
love matters not.
love is a lie, a joke, a mock upon us
that marketing might sport
make us jape and jabber
and bleed upon a cross.

and in that blood is love.
and the blood matters not.