Politics-Hostile, Team-Free Art and Fiction: You know how wars get fought? Guys see their comrades slain left and right. They see things every day, any one of which would leave you little mama’s girls/boys huddled in a corner for weeks. But then they get up and they KEEP FUCKING GOING. Any year of my life on it own would have broken your heart irreparably forever. But I keep going. I keep writing. I stay angry, but I keep loving (ok, mostly small animals, but at least I love someone). DOn’t be pussies. Read YOU’RE ALL PUSSIES instead. God, why can’t I EVER do anything that doesn’t use a word that’s going to get me banned half the places I want to go? Because I take life by the tail, dammit, and then I slam it into a wall. Not that I would ever do that to an actual small animal. Might do it to you, though.