Up & Down, Untouchable Face, So Hard

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.
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After a year and a half of sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing to aid you in your exploration of archived Trios, i have finally updated archive. It’s probably ugly and semi-functional right now. Don’t hate me.
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Rectal Prolapse — whereas my mother just speculated that it was a severe GI bleed compounded by an open wound. The internet knows everything.
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My hamster’s ass fell off.
I don’t know how else to explain it, really. In the day and a half i was gone she apparently escaped twice, and maybe she licked up some Clorox or ate some mouse poison, but when i picked her up tonight her bottom half was a mess of fur matted in blood and strange inside out shapes and i put her back into the cage before Gina came back out of her room because i couldn’t look anymore.
I took her out just now, and it seems to have gotten even worse… she just gave me a blank hamster stare from her black marble eyes as i tried to discern what was the matter, but i quickly gave up and let her go back to sleep.
I hate this day already.
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Lately i have been screaming my voice thin, pummeling it as i scream for the high notes over and over again. This weekend it was Bb. If i could do that every day i would be a tenor.
There is still snow on the ground from last week’s snow day, though today’s temperatures in the 40’s felt like a summer vacation as it turned back streets filled with ice into soggy puddles to dance around. I remember when i first walked back from campus after the snow, unbroken white covering the field on thirty fourth street. A group of students were just convening a game of full-tackle snow football, and i almost asked them if could join in before i realized that i was wearing clompy boots and sexy jeans and was in no shape to be a pro full-tackle snow football player.
I get so convinced in moments, living out the highlight reel of my life as it follows a split second possibility. Rockstar. Run-away to Australia. Professor. Hit by a bus, Working in the office for the rest of my life. Pro-sno-baller.
Undecided. I wound up going out for some salad and bubble tea.
Typical.