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spending/spent this raindrenched morning – for the first morning in a couple of years – writing by going about it the same way i do metalwork: piece by piece assembled whenever into whatever - which is pretty much what i did before only now i embrace it instead of drowning it in whatever combo of mental gymnast fuckery I let seep in. plan is that any fiction (though some non-, i imagine) i write / publish will be available only as a self-published zine though i might make text available in this space (tbd) oh and related: i handwrite in all caps and publish in all lower-; a conundrum, sure – but whateverthefuck: im enjoying myself.