Golden Dawn to Golden Dusk

Inevitably in the form of cancer came for my dog Beau (Beauregard) this week. I lived through my traitorous DNA clusterfuck, he will not. Today he will be euthanized.

It just fucking had to lymphoma too… 

Beau is such a sweet and gentle being. He’s been loved beyond measure since we brought him and his litter-mate sister, Annie, home twelve or so years ago.

Beau’s last day.

It had to be lymphoma, didn’t it?

Valhalla, he is coming.

Valhalla hann er að koma.

Ég elska þig, Beau.

Neglect et al…

I’m sorry, blackcascade.com. I’ve spent so much time working on your backend that content has been relegated to an afterthought. That’s not to say I don’t have big things planned for you, boo. On the contrary – I have so much original music, blog posts and general fuckery just waiting on deck.

It’s just… I’m a perfectionist, dear blackcascade.com. And the context of your content matters to me, my little one. So, rest easy and know I’m nearly done with your window dressing and adornments. You’ll soon be finished.

With all due sincerity, your creator,

a.r

Self, winter 2017