YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH.

 

i get it, 

you get it, 

we. all. get. it. 

reducing the metaphysical geek-show that was 2020 to memetic sass and redundantly sardonic one liners really does a disservice to how unbelievably destructive and just plain fucking stupid all this shit was. 

for me personally, i once again find myself on the sidelines of the writing game. having suddenly and unceremoniously fallen out with the publisher of my previous collection, PIECEMEAL.  guess it was inevitable, as the last check i got for that shit was in cunting August, amounting to not even 10 fucking dollars. 

a sensible person would pack it in after such complete and utter indifference to a decade's worth of unloaded mental and emotional anguish, but being a big stupid dummy since the goddamn 1990s, i ended up writing like 3 more books, novels that i truly feel eclipse and bury PIECEMEAL, or at least make it retroactively more, as much of the ideas, themes, characters, myths, etc of that work are expanded in ways that i feel are unexpected and satisfying, nevermind the styles, tones, aesthetics, pathos, atmospheres, and voices being more varied than the somewhat wearing attempts at reaching for those beyond-the pale transgressive lows. 

but let's not further jinx this shit, eh? 

2021; who the fuck know?