April, Andy, and Avery, all Adams, are antsy, anxious, almost angsty after advocating at Ashton's assembly. Albeit adventurous, April and Andy are apprehensive about altering acclaimed artwork at airports. Absurdly, Avery accessed an ancient affidavit addressing artificial affectations annihilating art, and adeptly avoided any ambiguous assessments at Ashton's assembly.

After antidepressants activated, April, Andy, and Avery Adams' austere Australian aunt, Aria Armstrong, arrived and aggressively attacked April's arms. April attentively and aptly applied antibiotics and adhered adhesive. Abrasions aside, April attended another assembly and accidentally ate an apple Andy already appropriated.

Apple appropriating and aggravated assault aside, All Adams agreed, after all. April, Andy, and Avery Adams arrived at Aspen Airport, Arizona. Advocates assembled agreeably. Altogether, ambivalent and assertive, argued adequately, and, amusingly, an airport associate absently agreed.

Annually, amber airplanes, abstract accents, and adorable awards are appreciated.

Infinapoly (synonym-hapancholity): an emotional state characterized by persistent joy, perpetually, often inexplicably, imbued with a haunting sense of melancholy.

"A life-long sufferer of infinapoly, she frequently found her eyes full and heart heavy despite her ineradicable joie de vivre.

shaded homestead, burrowed night

emotions rise, and take their flight;

to poets they are like fireflies,

dazzling jars held before our eyes

but unless you are a clever pen

you’ll be bogging through a foreign fen

and for those whose pleats are lacking flare

nary a wayward man will care

he promised to be a good person tomorrow.

he promised to get his life together tomorrow.

he promised to change tomorrow.

he promised to start over tomorrow.

but he died today.

if only he had started yesterday.

My breathing came in quick, rapid gulps. I clawed at the stone floor, at nothing, wanting everything, nothing... I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling, at the blinding lights, and I choked on loneliness... Bile rose in my throat, and I forced it back down. I ran my grimy fingers through my hair, and my breath hitched. I wanted warmth, I wanted comfort, I wanted... It didn't matter what I wanted. It was gone, all gone, and how long has it been? Three months? Six years? It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered, nothing... I turned over on my side and stroked the floor. It was stained in blood. How hard had I fought against it? I couldn't remember. I closed my eyes, and I sucked in a labored breath. I needed something. Anything. Something other than the cold gray floor and the same electric lights, the ones I woke up to every day. But really, did I sleep? Could I sleep? It didn't seem like it. I opened my eyes and gazed at the bloodstain. Whose was it? Could it be my mother's? My father's? Or maybe my sister's? Did it even matter? Maybe nothing mattered. Nothing at all... I sat up, every muscle in my body aching. Was my family dead? I stood up shakily, and leaned against the cold cement wall. I pressed my forehead against it and drew in a long breath. Everything... Was... Fine. I forced my gaze over to my left, and heaved. Bodies... Dead bodies. My family. I felt bile rise in my throat again, but this time I didn't force it down. I sunk to the ground. Why hadn't I noticed their rotting corpses? I crawled over to them. Human flesh... How long had it been since I had felt human flesh? I stroked my sister's hand. Cold. I threw up my head and wailed into the everlasting silence. No. No. I grabbed my mother's arm. Limp. I screamed, and, in desperation, grabbed my father. His blank eyes stared back at me. I threw him against the wall, and crumpled to the ground, pressing against my mother. I needed something living. Warm skin. Eyes that saw me. I clawed at my mother and sister, sobbing. "Come back! Get up!" They didn't. They lay there, unseeing, unfeeling. Dead.

If god only knew what we're doing

Heaven would be hotter than hell

His trigger finger wouldn't linger, and he'd shoot us from his carousel

If god only preached what he practised

We'd be quite safe in his church

The money we crave would be his to save while preachers build a higher perch

If god only knew where we're going

There'd be roadblocks at the end of the street

His angels would call, and they'd say to us all there's a maker that we have to meet

If god only only kept to the rulebook

And made himself the only one

There'd be no need for the endless bleed that he cast upon his only son

If god only knew what a prayer is

Why the faithful still sing his name

If holy war is a thing to abhor he'd be shouldering his half of the blame

If god wasn't such a false idol

And he gave me something I could believe

I would proudly wear the cross I bear, but for now I'll keep it up my sleeve...

i don’t fit in

because i am an alien

from another planet

that belongs to a galaxy

far away from the milky way

i accidentally landed on planet earth

while i was exploring

the outer space

because i thought

home was too boring

i needed something more

i was attracted to this planet

because of its vibrant colors

blue is my favorite color

so beautiful

i feel so calm just by looking at it.

but this one was different, bright.

i couldn’t stop staring.

the color humans call “green” was attractive to me

for i have never seen it before

nothing looks like that back home

i was only going to look at this beautiful thing

but something strange happened

it was like there was an invisible power

that kept pulling me

towards this brilliantly-colored sphere

i tried to resist it

many times

but i failed

every single time.

eventually i realized

there was nothing i could do

but to give in

to this incredible power

and face my destiny.

i crashed into the ground

i tried to float but couldn’t

it was like this force was real

it is a trap

once you’re in

you can’t get out

i am still trying to figure out a way

to escape this

concrete jungle

my spaceship is broken

and that supernatural force

has gone over my head.

i am scared i won’t be able to make it

but all i can do is hope

and keep trying.

That's goddamn right. 

The difference is several football field lengths' of shit. 

Thing is, it's justified. It's just to side completely with the force of life, creation, evolution, or side completely with the force of death, destruction, entropy. But just hurry up and decide, already. You're wasting Father Time's space and Mother Nature's time. It's just too stupid. Quit dwelling in the middle. Thrive or die. Do or don't. But definitely do not try, for there is no try, as we all more or less know or don't know. If anything, at least know this: something's gotta give. Inner tectonics are about to get especially Platonic or demonic, 'cause truly, there won't be any alternative option. 

So play your card already. 

(Forget about the "hand.")

looking at the calendar

i am super excited for

cold nights and rainy mornings

good books and hot chocolate

long boots, scarves, gloves, parkas

hello december