Next time ima just not throw up so much. Or maybe at all
Recognizing the pattern is the first step
I love gifts until I become attached to them and am forced to confront theirs and my own eventual decay
Anger derived from fear does not detract that it is still anger
No spiders in sight but lots of webs
No frozen yogurt, a day on the ranch, and then an evening of capital-based anxiety
Square ones exist for me to sit upon
How can I fight for myself when you won’t even give me time to swing?
Funny how my anger is never about what I’m busy being angry with
I was sick and now I’m not but my brain didn’t get the memo
Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad
This feeling is reserved for pregaming funerals: you know something is on its way to create change
Please just let me participate in capitalism isn’t this what you want from me?
Gosh I’m feeling the flame lick my toes again
I think I was not sober when I wrote this
Falling all around
Cough cough sniff sniff please grant me release
Let’s just stop yelling at employees altogether, how ‘bout it?
I have this fancy paper, isn’t that enough?