: About Me

An Ode to the Fire Swamp, or, Facing Depression Princess Bride-style Murky and damp, full of perils unknown, In charm, the Fire Swamp's lacking. The trees may be lovely, but who really cares, When your brain chemistry's attacking. Like an R.O.U.S. that jumps on your back, Or snarls and bites off your hand, Those lies you believe can drag you right down And swallow your soul in quicksand. But wait! You can fight! All's not in vain. Just wait for that strange popping sound, Then time it just right, and gag as the smell Of barbecued rat spreads around. So now, when in doubt, no matter how dar...