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+title =	"NEXT YEAR"
+date = "2018-12-31"
+description = "Yeah, me too. Sorry [^1]"
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+I’m alone for New Year’s again this year. Though this time it’s intentional…I’m never much one for sentimental shit anyway. This is as far as I’ll go.
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+It’s been a hell of a couple of years, but for better or worse I seem to be finally running out of the semifictional pain that’s fueled so much of my writing lately. People seem to like reading about pain — like that old adage about news bad news sells. Schadenfreude does too, and it helps that some of my best writing is in pain…
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+[An Acidic Introduction to Hate-Love](/post/2018/05/acidic-introduction-to-hate-love/)
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+[Chasing Her Blinkered](/post/2018/12/chasing-her-blinkered/)
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+BUT I didn’t only write about pain…and people seem to like that too…
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+[Burn Fierce Burn Bright](/post/2018/01/burn-fierce-burn-bright/)
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+[You Are...](/post/2018/10/you-are/)
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+I won’t say things are looking up because then I’ll jinx it[^3]. Though a lot of it still had a dark streak, but that’s me and that’s capital-L Life I’m afraid…
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+[Meeting my Match](/post/2018/02/meeting-my-match/)
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+[A Page in the Snow Book by the Frenetic Scribbler](/post/2018/03/a-page-in-the-snow-book/)
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+I also experimented with all sorts of departure from my usual form…hang on a minute, you’re right, I don’t have a usual form. Regardless, these were fun…
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+[A Love Letter to the Infernal Combustion Engine](/post/2018/04/a-love-letter/)
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+[They are the Dreameater Moths](post/2018/07/dreameater-moths/)
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+Last but not least…remember,
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+[Fuck The World](/post/2018/06/fuck-the-world/)
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+See you in the New Year. And remember it’s just the same shit as the last one — so the best time to fix it was yesterday. And that’ll be last year soon. Get on with it you lazy bastard¹!
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+[^1]: If you don’t know the drill by now, you should. I don’t apologise for a damn thing[^2], because that would mean apologising for being me and…no.
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+[^2]: Except for when I fuck up, but that’s a different kettle of fish — and besides…who the hell is putting fish in a kettle?!
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+[^3]: …wait. I did it again — damn and blast.