Author: jeffblog

Ah, the smell. If I had to choose a single scent to associate with Spring in the Southeastern US, it’d be the sharp and sunny zing of a Magnolia Tree covered in flowers of various states of unravel.

Were I werewolf, there’d be rampage tonight.Slash and howl. Snarl and scowlHarbinger of terror and fright. Pensive lupine reverie.Rapturous ravage and savagery. Your loathsome revolver trained true on my heart.Rip and tear. Snag and snareImpervious, save precise silver dart.

Why is it so elusive to maintain a preternatural grasp on the present? You know, the moment you’re experiencing right now..? Conscious cognizance of my sensations, the manner and demeanor of the sentience around me, and the interdependence of all living things on Earth is fleeting, at best, despite my concerted attempts. What is it…

It’s on, y’all!