Vitriolic goes the Black Bile of Winter
The fog rolls in coiling and cloying and thick like piss. Multispectrum lighting configurations reach through branches like the dagger-fingers of a wretched, pedophilic angel. Virulent songs invade my ears like a hungry worm that eats my brains and shits out modifed buying habits to fill that rotten cavity.
It's a joke to become sour during Holidays. The inevitable narrative is that ScroogeGrinch changes to become overflowing with love and adoration for his peers. It's the kind of pervasive consensus you can't win against. Oh, of course they are going to cheer. you. up.
I'm like a peeled nerve, a level voice becomes an unbearable, lurching screech. Faces take on that certain quality, like very quickly vibrating superimposed images of butthole centipedes, singing tenor, in unison. Everybody I know becomes hard to look at.
I should've went back to the Dhamma center to wait out the storm in meditation. It's too late now, it started today. Now I am to sit through the orchestrated mess of planned and structured happy time while my precious neurotransmitters slip down a drain.
I'm having a rough time of it again. I'm always some admixture of annoyed, angry, and sad. I don't want any more bullshit, at least until the heat comes back.
It's a joke to become sour during Holidays. The inevitable narrative is that ScroogeGrinch changes to become overflowing with love and adoration for his peers. It's the kind of pervasive consensus you can't win against. Oh, of course they are going to cheer. you. up.
I'm like a peeled nerve, a level voice becomes an unbearable, lurching screech. Faces take on that certain quality, like very quickly vibrating superimposed images of butthole centipedes, singing tenor, in unison. Everybody I know becomes hard to look at.
I should've went back to the Dhamma center to wait out the storm in meditation. It's too late now, it started today. Now I am to sit through the orchestrated mess of planned and structured happy time while my precious neurotransmitters slip down a drain.
I'm having a rough time of it again. I'm always some admixture of annoyed, angry, and sad. I don't want any more bullshit, at least until the heat comes back.