I have set up a blog where you can go read a few of the things I've written over the past three years. You might not want to take the chance, though. They are not pretty, sentimental, God is wonderful posts. Most of them aren't anyway. Mostly I've written out the pain, excised it like you do a boil when you have to slice into it and squeeze out pus until it bleeds enough to leave a clean space behind where the healthy skin can grow. What I write doesn't end up pretty, because I have a fatalistic, apocalyptic point of view about life. What I write doesn't have happy endings with "deus ex machina" showing up to straighten everything out . Life is hard over and over again. I use real words, but not obscene ones, just the real ones that hardness throughs up.
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