Triumph over Evil.

Three men tore apart the danger furnace and hauled it out of the basement in pieces, and now we are safe. This week is dedicated to the work of last week and this week. I'm doing okay but never done.

I have been writing poems but feeling more prone to hacking away at them as soon as they're on paper. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's a 2012 thing. The year of the machete.

Seriously, enough of the January already. Let's go.