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i
ache
all
over
sorry i've been scarce; trying to gather my thoughts has been like trying to herd cats...scattered, and not much i can do about it. sleeping a lot again, fitfull, nightmarish, frequrntly awakening, not restful.
that's it, i'm out. i'm riding to florida on my motorcycle on sunday, and i wil lay in the sun until all the poison inside of me is blanched away. yes i'll end my sentences with prepositions. no i won't capitalize my sentances. i wil become I when i have earned it again. i will lay on the hot conctrete in the blistering sun just like a galapagos lizard, still, with the exception of an occasional blink. i wil starve the poison out of me, food is poison, food is why i feel sick. food is why i am now too sick to even eat: it has overplayed its hand. stupid food. i will ride, delirious, aching joints, hot sun on black leather, evaporating the toxins. watre is poisin, everything has mercury in it. mono, epstein-barr, mercury poisoning, that other one i forget, mold, legionaire's, TB, typhoid,
ah, typhoid Mary! she was my girlfriend, and i loved her very much. but she died from typhoid (that's how typhoid got its name...) when i served her an undercooked rat cassarole. no, wait, that was the bubonic plague. rat cassarole was the bubonic plague, now who did i serve that to...? i can't rember. food is poison, and the germs will eat us because that's what they do.
i feel like shit, and i wan't to lick the doorknobs of my enemies, i want to turn their contact clener into a petry dish. i want to cry.
noelle, you've said a lot, and i owe you some responses, too good to let go by. please give me time, i don't feel well. but sometimes i feel ok.
-jared
UPDATE:
As yesterday had progressed, i felt worse by the moment, wondering if lyme disease or that misquito virus had gotten me, but when I woke up today, the pain was gone. Just gone. I'm not complaining, but I do wonder what this is that it comes and goes like that.
ache
all
over
sorry i've been scarce; trying to gather my thoughts has been like trying to herd cats...scattered, and not much i can do about it. sleeping a lot again, fitfull, nightmarish, frequrntly awakening, not restful.
that's it, i'm out. i'm riding to florida on my motorcycle on sunday, and i wil lay in the sun until all the poison inside of me is blanched away. yes i'll end my sentences with prepositions. no i won't capitalize my sentances. i wil become I when i have earned it again. i will lay on the hot conctrete in the blistering sun just like a galapagos lizard, still, with the exception of an occasional blink. i wil starve the poison out of me, food is poison, food is why i feel sick. food is why i am now too sick to even eat: it has overplayed its hand. stupid food. i will ride, delirious, aching joints, hot sun on black leather, evaporating the toxins. watre is poisin, everything has mercury in it. mono, epstein-barr, mercury poisoning, that other one i forget, mold, legionaire's, TB, typhoid,
ah, typhoid Mary! she was my girlfriend, and i loved her very much. but she died from typhoid (that's how typhoid got its name...) when i served her an undercooked rat cassarole. no, wait, that was the bubonic plague. rat cassarole was the bubonic plague, now who did i serve that to...? i can't rember. food is poison, and the germs will eat us because that's what they do.
i feel like shit, and i wan't to lick the doorknobs of my enemies, i want to turn their contact clener into a petry dish. i want to cry.
noelle, you've said a lot, and i owe you some responses, too good to let go by. please give me time, i don't feel well. but sometimes i feel ok.
-jared
UPDATE:
As yesterday had progressed, i felt worse by the moment, wondering if lyme disease or that misquito virus had gotten me, but when I woke up today, the pain was gone. Just gone. I'm not complaining, but I do wonder what this is that it comes and goes like that.