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just want to go home
Beltane was beautiful.
i was in a militia drill with a bunch of radical fairies and we all had beers and spears and i got to be a flagbearer holding high the gender equality flag. the drill went "left, left left right left, BEER. "it was a very good time.
the fire was beautiful, my queen and king and priestess were gracious and generous, even when i got really intoxicated and lay down in the road and almost got run over and embarrased everyone,
yeah that was interesting. i almost had a breakdown over that one, but it worked out in the end somehow.
i received many blessings, many healings,
and yet my head is still a mess, and yet i still have deep psychological wounds
im not dealing with and their interfering with everything.
my eyes hurt. fucking allergies.
ive just been wandering around boston and cambridge in a strange sort of daze through
psychotic hormonal phases spanging and busking barely scraping up enough for the subways
because talking to people makes me go crazy
just endless rows of blank faces, like a bad film i cant turn off or look away from.
i have to get out of here.
"count it a blessing that youre such a failure. youre second chance might never have come"
Beltane was beautiful.
i was in a militia drill with a bunch of radical fairies and we all had beers and spears and i got to be a flagbearer holding high the gender equality flag. the drill went "left, left left right left, BEER. "it was a very good time.
the fire was beautiful, my queen and king and priestess were gracious and generous, even when i got really intoxicated and lay down in the road and almost got run over and embarrased everyone,
yeah that was interesting. i almost had a breakdown over that one, but it worked out in the end somehow.
i received many blessings, many healings,
and yet my head is still a mess, and yet i still have deep psychological wounds
im not dealing with and their interfering with everything.
my eyes hurt. fucking allergies.
ive just been wandering around boston and cambridge in a strange sort of daze through
psychotic hormonal phases spanging and busking barely scraping up enough for the subways
because talking to people makes me go crazy
just endless rows of blank faces, like a bad film i cant turn off or look away from.
i have to get out of here.
"count it a blessing that youre such a failure. youre second chance might never have come"