Celebrating personal discordia and spiritual anarchy.

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"Anarchy is not intended to be sustainable. It is not a system of government, a codified list of rules and beliefs, or a mind set geared toward cultural constructivism. It is a spark, a flash, a small flame that ignites a paradigm-obliterating explosion. It is destructive by nature. It lies dormant and, like diesel fuel, can only be ignited by tremendous pressure. It deconstructs. It strips flesh from bone and grinds bone to dust. It is doomed to consumption in the conflagration instigated by its own primal spark. It is a catalyst. It is tinder. It is powder and fuse."

Rich Oliver

Sometimes over is really over.

The unexpected presence of ambivalence in conjunction with an arbitrary decision to end an intense relationship is an indicator of emotional detachment. This time is different. This time is the real deal. No sadness, no anger, no longing, no desire for clarity or closure...simply a shrug and a nod and a wave goodbye as the curtain closes. Shock? Maybe. More a protective emotional mechanism akin to learned helplessness. It has happened many times before and now, at the edge of the final farewell, there is nothing left in reserve to apply toward a proper wake. It is dead and buried and I am without any significant feeling regarding its death. I'll probably freak out tomorrow.