Maybe the synapses aren't firing correctly. Maybe the chemicals aren't perfectly balanced. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten a single calorie in 27 hours. But I can feel this headache in my toes. Toeache? Bodyache? Soulache?
It's amazing how you can hear your stomach howling at you, and not feel even a touch hungry.
Maybe I'm being a bit of an exhibitionist with this whole blog thing, but it's better than any confidante. I get to release how I feel, and you get a little bit of insight, but it doesn't tell any of my secrets.
Maybe I'm just brilliantly and restlessy alive in a stagnant society, so pain is inevitable, dizzying.
I wish you would have listened.
I need to be proud of you, of your integrity.
We need to not flatter and excuse ourselves.When we do, it cheapens everything.
Pardon my angst.
I have to suck out the venom, melt the idols, knock over the moaii before I come saying I'm fine and dandy, here's a cute story for ya.
I took it down to save us. I took it down.
2 comments:
See, I knew you were smarter than that, than to be friends with crazies.
Shut the fuck up.
There is no nicer to say it.
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