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On period. Got the fears again. At the fore, on the floor. Single pane glass, reeling. Dan yells, "Tell me what you want to eat!" and I want to slice him up into shreds, feed him into a plug socket and watch the sparks fly. Ought not to grind the teeth too much. Cutting little holes into my neck. It's a mess. The human sound of drilling and muffled vocal tones. I can hear mess, all mess. I can't react to anything. Unacceptable behavior. Call this shit cabin fever. Cabin fucking fever. Ha! Backward. Behind. The face that ever turns away. The direction is null. Crunching of pebbles beneath the heel, tapping upon the window and whispering through the letter box, "I've forgotten my key." But nobody is ever home. Queues of you, lined up in a row. All tapping upon the glass. Can't help but find it funny. Cabin fucking fever, my ass! Sucks to be in the broad daylight, smattering of a cloud. Twin seats sporting cheshire cat smiles, and I don't know which I really see.