march onward

look who's made it to march? it's your old brooding acquaintance malice.

the streets are muddy with snow in our dysfunctional little city. the skies are gray and make no promises of clearing up. yet i am at peace with all of this. because the lord is my shepherd. my imaginary, hateful, cackling little shepherd.

i'm laying low this week. due to certain persons who will remain anonymous, i was out a lot last week. who sez i ain't social? well, whoever sez it is dead meat...!

trying really hard to get back to writing...