I don’t know what I did, but it’s working. I wrote some poetry and I feel better now. Granted, it’s a fucking painful process, with many smashing into of the head and face wall ouch collisions. Doctor’s orders. But what I say.
What I say.
I have to do so much just to stay sane,
If I want to, that is.
And I do.
But I guess there were underlying assumptions there that people weren’t making.
And if you weren’t making them (i.e. weren’t assuming things without evidence),
Then you’re a fucking genius,
And I salute you.