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  • Fate of Fire

    who would choose the fate of fire the apathy of plunge blade for blood in the face of death some of us shine brighter as if destruction was our calling in life

  • A GUEST BLOG WHILE MEDICATEDLADY IS AWAY

    Guest blog post by Bryan Borland, in MedicatedLady’s absence Dear Readers, I was honored when MedicatedLady asked me to write a guest-post in her absence. Well, not so much honored as burdened. And she didn’t ask me so much as I demanded. Such is our relationship.  MedicatedLady is, at this moment, touring our nation’s capitol. Her…

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…

  • Just because.

    This Medicated Lady is thinking irrationally again. Irrational because. I’ve been considering a diet consisting only of those flavored ice pops especially the blue ones the ones I like the least Irrational because. No one but me looks forward to a psychotic break Irrational because. It occurred to me that I’m tired of being medicated…

  • Probable Cause

    How I’d like to be a Republican doing God’s work fighting for the cause in love I’d like to be George W. transparent intelligence make the course, stay the course the exit strategy is there is no exit only submission is possible I could be leader of the free and righteous world Women as Christians…

  • time spent

    bored not hurting anybody scrolling through the numbers in my phone   I saw the name had forgotten the name already was surprised it was there in my phone when she no longer is here  on earth   I pressed delete before I could think too much time spent thinking   how long will it…

  • happen

    I take a break from my guilt A night of fun with my unrequited love He’s unrequited but not really my love I need him for much bigger things Bob Seger’s voice haunts Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer   I try hard to concentrate this song is about me this…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…

  • Lies about Cuddling (and F***ing)

    He asks wanna cuddle Of course I do. Of course. The only problem is the STDs floating around, the serial killers lurking about, my (in)sanity, and the facts being what they are. Fact: I have never heard the sound of his voice. Fact: I asked if he had a good weekend and his reply was…