and that's why they call it the blues

i'd by lying if i said things were fine. i mean, things are fine, literally. figuratively, it's rather bluesy. i'm bluesy, whether it's the time of year or the lack of words of the cold or the sick or the feeling essentially like i've got so little to ahem, fucking contribute! around here these days, i don't know.

i sat down to write something you know, cheery, but then the words get all knackered in the back of my throat. it's not the weepy blues but more an ambivalent shade of indigo or a self righteous midnight. i want a pleasant surprise, or a party, pity. something. natch.

(if you can't say something nice)

and don't even get me started on the primaries. those fools. stooping to nastiness when it's obvious to anyone that any one of them would be better than the current jackass in the big house if they'd just stand up tall and show us the way. i watched a live caucus over the weekend and saw folks screaming at each other, waving their ballot cards, bashing the other guy and thought it may not be the best, but it's democracy.

(don't say anything at all)