A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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just a passing phase, one of my bad days

to clarify things a tiny bit, my car jumping episode friday afternoon was less of me acting out some impulse than it was a test of will, but when the proposed outcome of these things is as extreme as it is, i had to be sure in my own mind that i could do it, that i do indeed still lack that internal instinct toward self preservation. you could, in certain forensic and psychological terms describe it as a form of hesitation wound.

yesterday was an unbalanced day

some things went well enough to lull me into a false sense of peace and in that moment of comfort, enough things went wrong that if i had a skateboard and a ramp on the 4th foor parking garage, i would have saved everyone the time, trouble and trip and sailed myself into the Cemetery across the street

this is the everyday hazard of being the dumb fuck with the ill fortune to have to live in this abandoned and rather decrepit structure i like to call my head

i'm always in escrow, the homeless people in my mind have been stripping out these metaphysical wires to sell for the scrap value

no, it's not really a tear, that's just another crazed bum pissing out the attic window

i would get help, but my attitude toward the profession is confrontational at best, i distrust doctors as a species.

not an out and out phobia, per se, but a jaundiced eye based on the experiences i have had with the healthcare industry as a whole.

rant rant rant

yeah, by now i have bored the fuck out of all of you again and for that i do apologize

good night

i may be absent for a brief while as i intend to be completely out of my mind until such time as i see fit to get back to it

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1:09 a.m. - day after day

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right