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.


Habits. Apologies.

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.

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