I am uncertain now as to how many days have passed since I moved in to my new place.  My “wee lil cottage” tucked between some fields and mountains in Columbia County, NY.  I think Tuesday I moved in and today is Thursday.  The fact that it took a few minutes for me to determine how long ago I moved in and the fact that it has only been a few short ( Read more... )

my life has become that piece of paper sitting in front of a child and his fat crayon ( Read more... )

That's where the insult is - the subdural (sp) hematoma - the boo boo ( Read more... )

I have this strange sense that I need 2 heal... That some damage, illness, hardship or injury has occured and I need 2 convulese (sp ( Read more... )

I fear the ordinary people... The people who make the ordinary so dreadful, typecasted, banal, cliche and shallow... All sun, no contrast of shade ( Read more... )

you can't pimp the pain of others
and expect to fix it for yourself...

it's origin is not within you
therefore the healing isn't yours to feel.

they won't listen
just like you couldn't or wouldn't or didn't...

no one will feel sorry for you
when you injected yourself into the middle of their war...

you can't mess with real lives of others
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i am disengaged from any sense of myself.
i understand with some part of my brain that i am a human and that i am on the couch and that i have a job and may at some point have to pee.
i understand that my fingers are moving quickly over small black boxes called keys and that the symbols appearing are letters that hopefully, with luck, make words.

i ( Read more... )

a coworker friend of mine yelled at me ( Read more... )