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[thekitparade]

Baby, I have so much to tell you. A swirl, a whirl, a maelstrom of thoughts. I am as though displaced, like water. Someone has reached in, and splash, my molecules fly this way and that, not knowing where to go. I swallow the sickly-sweet-coloured snakes each morning and I scribble in green ink, and I read a novel a day, and I guzzle down my decaf, and I forget where my phone is. I pick it up every few days and send out a torrent of texts and then forget about it once again. Each day is a quest to star more things on Spotify. Each day is a quest to darn my nerves together, into a vast bundle of electricity, action potentials firing every which way, not getting anyway. Each day is a quest to hold on to a little bit of 5-HT, and lately it's all a huge failure. Each day is another day in the life, the life of whom?

Maybe you'll see some scanned green ink in a day or two. I'm musing about everything, no stone may lie unturned.

Kitty