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-St. Catherines Psychiatric Help Line, this is Nancy...
-Ummm...I'm not exactly sure how to go about explaining this...
What's been happening over the road...
You know, I've been kinda keeping correspondance to my parents for a while...
But I'm starting to get the feeling that...throughout (?) the letter writing process...
Like, uh...like, the letters, they just keep getting shorter and shorter...
And uh...I'm starting to get the feeling that...
That maybe one day all the letters will stop coming...all together
Maybe I'll start asking myself all kinds of stupid questions...
-...Like...like, what if there's, what if there's a spot on my body
You know to touch, like, by my heart, you know
You know, like, if we were to launch (?) rockets in space and it's like
What's the point of, like, my house and the next offices?
Like, you know, what am I supposed to do, you know?
I don't know, all these stupid questions going through my head, like, all the time
Like what if, I had some inoperable form of cancer in my brain, you know, I'm keepin' alive
You know, what if, what if there is a God and I'm completely in trouble, like?
You know...who am I kidding?
You understand what I'm saying?
It's not a joke, I'm not joking, not a joke
Who will dare to be irrational
Who will be there...
We're running out of options...
Who will be useful...
I'm going insane
I can't think anymore
I don't know what to tell you...
Do you see where I'm coming from?
See what I'm trying to say?
Do you see what I'm trying to tell you?
Who will be there to tell
Me how stupid I am?
Who will keep me from lashing out?
Ive been running these words through my head for the past 3 weeks straight, its torturing me, its making too much sense, its inspiring me for a huge body of work i want to dedicate to pain and addiction and mental illness. Its been quiet on the inside and screaming around me. im content, im confused and im confident as hell, its such an amazing place. Its substance free, my blood id boiling to do something anything, to hide socailly, for my work to be noticed, for people to stop hiding, to speak, to listen, for innnocene and to be provactaive all at once, that life is about difference not conformuity
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-Ummm...I'm not exactly sure how to go about explaining this...
What's been happening over the road...
You know, I've been kinda keeping correspondance to my parents for a while...
But I'm starting to get the feeling that...throughout (?) the letter writing process...
Like, uh...like, the letters, they just keep getting shorter and shorter...
And uh...I'm starting to get the feeling that...
That maybe one day all the letters will stop coming...all together
Maybe I'll start asking myself all kinds of stupid questions...
-...Like...like, what if there's, what if there's a spot on my body
You know to touch, like, by my heart, you know
You know, like, if we were to launch (?) rockets in space and it's like
What's the point of, like, my house and the next offices?
Like, you know, what am I supposed to do, you know?
I don't know, all these stupid questions going through my head, like, all the time
Like what if, I had some inoperable form of cancer in my brain, you know, I'm keepin' alive
You know, what if, what if there is a God and I'm completely in trouble, like?
You know...who am I kidding?
You understand what I'm saying?
It's not a joke, I'm not joking, not a joke
Who will dare to be irrational
Who will be there...
We're running out of options...
Who will be useful...
I'm going insane
I can't think anymore
I don't know what to tell you...
Do you see where I'm coming from?
See what I'm trying to say?
Do you see what I'm trying to tell you?
Who will be there to tell
Me how stupid I am?
Who will keep me from lashing out?
Ive been running these words through my head for the past 3 weeks straight, its torturing me, its making too much sense, its inspiring me for a huge body of work i want to dedicate to pain and addiction and mental illness. Its been quiet on the inside and screaming around me. im content, im confused and im confident as hell, its such an amazing place. Its substance free, my blood id boiling to do something anything, to hide socailly, for my work to be noticed, for people to stop hiding, to speak, to listen, for innnocene and to be provactaive all at once, that life is about difference not conformuity
raaaaandom