Knifed in the neck with a note rolled up and jammed in to stop the bleeding.
There's a small list of people (I can't even quantify it - one? Seven? Thirty-nine?) that I live in intense fear of running in to on the street.
You know, more letter-reading.
I'm sure in a few years I'll look back and wonder what-the-fuck mental haze I was in at this particular present point. I'll be bewildered as to how language and logic dripped out of my brain like a diseased abscess.
Like all projects undone and that are probably going to be lost forever (there's no way to re-capture a spirit), there are many hours I spent slamming my head against a wall that should have gone to letter writing and reading.
I would say that every manner of expression has been unstudied and unmeditated, from me, and that's where I think the rift is between me and the rest of the world.
Part of my interpersonal-contextually-entwined-agoraphobia is that I'm exactly where I feared: I can't remember a ton of important things. I can't remember words exchanged, the facts of a situation, or even my own sensations and the rationale behind my thinking. And the internal is all I've ever lived in, so that's pretty frightening.
Geezus, nowaways, with technology the way it is, y'all can reach through the phone like Ghost Dad and strangle me with my own quotes in my sleep. You know who you are - just don't jizz all over the page reading it.
You know, more letter-reading.
I'm sure in a few years I'll look back and wonder what-the-fuck mental haze I was in at this particular present point. I'll be bewildered as to how language and logic dripped out of my brain like a diseased abscess.
Like all projects undone and that are probably going to be lost forever (there's no way to re-capture a spirit), there are many hours I spent slamming my head against a wall that should have gone to letter writing and reading.
I would say that every manner of expression has been unstudied and unmeditated, from me, and that's where I think the rift is between me and the rest of the world.
Part of my interpersonal-contextually-entwined-agoraphobia is that I'm exactly where I feared: I can't remember a ton of important things. I can't remember words exchanged, the facts of a situation, or even my own sensations and the rationale behind my thinking. And the internal is all I've ever lived in, so that's pretty frightening.
Geezus, nowaways, with technology the way it is, y'all can reach through the phone like Ghost Dad and strangle me with my own quotes in my sleep. You know who you are - just don't jizz all over the page reading it.