A mob of angry- drug-addled squirrels invaded my chest. They are chewing all the wires, and adjusting knobs and dials. The cogs are out of synch. The pumps a-flutter. Beating a-synchronistically, Dub-lub, dub-lub like a cracked-out cuckoo clock. Fuel’s all been replaced with old-time Coca Cola. Yeah, the kind with real
I got my MRI results back today. The doctor initially made it seem like everything was normal. Then he told me that there was a 1cm cyst on my pineal gland. He also said that he didn't think it was a problem, but that he could refer me to a neurologist if I wished. I do wish. So I should be getting referred
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It's hard to hold together the fragments tattered remnants of the fabric of my peace of mind scattered on the wind I reach out in vain always slipping from my fingers blown in yet another emotional cyclone destructive force beyond my control blowing like a gale a mother-fucking hurricane of the soul!