Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Brought to You by Sobriety, Not Soubrettes.

Just - saddened by my incapacity (is that the right word?) for connection tonight. As much as I would like to, everything I try feels icky and wrong. Everything.

My subconscious has
Nothing to say for itself
Except love the child

Slow is smooth and smooth
Is fast the slower you go
The faster you get -

I am so nervous
About cadaver lab and
I wish you were here

It's my fault that you
Aren't and I might never
Integrate that shit

They say that loss of
Control increases the rate
Of ulcers in rats

Control being just
A perception anyway
Still it seems to help

Anyway could be
I was just addicted to
Feeling in control

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