"i stick in a nasal trumpet
i stick in an oral airway
i stick a suction catheter up his nose
triggering a vast bubble of yellow bile out his mouth
step back! i shoutthe room screams"
I haven't finished it all quite yet. I don't want it to end. A page a day. Such a good think in moderation.
I've written a lot of poetry before. Some of it I've let fall away into the back of my mind, but this book had kind of made me want to try my hand at it again. I think writing is quite possibly the only thing that has saved me time in and time out in my life. It's most poignant when I'm travelling. Or, I should say when I have enough free time to be alone and be compelled to pick the pen or laptop.
Well. Work is changing. I'll report more on the through analysis in coming weeks.
I'm so. so. so. so VERY tired of dating. I know I've said it once, but it needs to be repeated. My personal life hasn't been much discussed here recently. I guess it just changes so often. For now, single is what I will be. I just can't keep forcing anything that isn't right. If you roam back to the ancient times of this-blog-past, you'd encounter the "boyfriend" posts. I loved this man so much. I had myself convinced he was my person. My whole world. And in one phone call it was all shattered. The wall I built up around my heart to protect it has become and obstacle no one could even try to scale. I feel like there's no more chemistry out there. And that makes me cry.
For what it's worth, I'm still hopeful.
Good night for now. I have some hilarious stuff coming soon.
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