I was going to write something elegaic, but circumstance forces another thing. You may not much like it, dear reader, but I earnestly hope you understand.
Unbelievable bad now, tumour the size of a billiard ball in the navel, hooking onto something bigger underneath, and I have to think through the act of swallowing. Try it. You won't like it.
It's not over yet.
Feels kinda like I'm losing it,
like the walls are caving in,
but know this, mate, I'll never quit
even though I'll never win.
There is a special sort of grace
in watching oneself die,
and I don't ask, "God shield my face!"
I'm not that kind of guy.
Instead, the heavy-metal roar
and the same shouted refrain:
"F*** you, death, I'm back for more,
so come on, bring the bastard pain
you think will see me gone for good,
but for my soul, it's only food."
Music from Graffiti Ghosts, with This Is What I Live For.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.