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Valentines Day. Love is in the air. Swans are swooning, geese are giggling, foxes are frolicking, mice are mingling, couples are tousling–you get the idea. It comes once a year, whether you’re for or against it, the fact is that Valentine’s Day is here. (“Rawr, let me stomp on your ant hill. It is a made-up holiday to…” …blah blah blah. Personally, I’m so glad that we have an excuse to let people know that we love them! But whatever your stance is, it is your stance and I respect that.) Maybe some of you have special people to share the day with that involves special events or special ways in which you celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’ve never had a set routine, though I haven’t been very fortunate to have a significant other on Valentine’s Day, much less for my birthday that is on February 20th; though last year I did celebrate with a friend at Olive Garden with plenty of good food and plenty of wine. This year I decided that my ‘date’ would be to go and pay a visit to the UNM Children’s Hospital, oh, and to visit the library to avoid any late fees and then...
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For a long time, almost immediately after publication, I suppressed this book, and limited all ebook and paperback copies available for it. I did this out of fear, out of shame, maybe for being a writer, maybe for what I've written. I have been tackling this notion for a long time, and that's the re-release of this book. I plan to release the original raw version (that I since suppressed), in which I wrote during times I was battling delirium tremens, hysteria, and severe depression. The original plan was to write this book and then shoot myself. I guess I didn't end up cashing my own check, and as a result of it I was consumed by fear and shame, and for a long time, it haunted me. I continued making changes to the book, until I eventually pulled it down from everywhere.

I never wanted to change this version, because I looked back on it as art. So, that is why I'm planning to release the original version in all its sometimes confusing and random glory, and also editing an amended version, which removes two of the chapters, making the book slightly less sporadic, but adds some new content, making it version 1.5 (tentatively to be known as "My Mind's Abyss: Relapse". I am currently working on book #2, which is tentatively being called, "My Mind's Abyss: Aftermath (The Art of Dying)".

So, for those of you who've been trying to obtain a copy, it'll soon be coming available, for better or worse, I suppose. I hope I'll not disappoint anyone. Thank you everyone for your interest and your support.

The Drug of You

If poetry had a taste,
it’d taste like you;
sweet and sour,
but still sticky like glue
And if you were a pill for popping,
you’d be blue;
because you bring me up,
and let me down used, not abused
I’d get a prescription for
60 MG of I don’t hate you,
and stay limp,
staring like a statue
But you can’t be any of those;
yours is from a needle not meant for tattoos,
and mine is sold in bars
from 11 am ‘til 2
And on street corners,
bought with I.O.U.’s;
writing poems;
being dealt a deuce;
you, me, and drug abuse

© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

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My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition) is free on Amazon Kindle from 11/22/13 until 11/26/13.

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Summer Dress


Sitting across the patio
is a seedless sunflower
wearing a thin summer dress
Her nectar is so sweet that
all the bees stare, hoping
for a chance to pollinate

I’d fly over beside her,
and lifting her skirt,
I’d spread her petals and
force I’d exert

But once done, I’d
smell my fingers and
walk away, and she’d
mean nothing to me,
and I’d still feel
alone, and
sterile

© Volatalistic Phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet


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