Bile at the back teeth, swiftly sick. Drip-fed irradiation of obscure psychiatric texts and nihilism. Despondency as part of the recovery process. A weariness of the chronically depressed... or maybe the exhaustion of overworked gears. Scraping the accumulated white film of old age from a cornea. Shaving of metaphorical lenses by fractions of a millimeter with unsteady hands. Everything is bound to end badly, terribly, horrifically. Unless it doesn't.
3:53 p.m. - 2018-08-20
Recent entries:
Increasing Velocity - 2018-08-27
Thunderous Valleyways - 2018-08-27
Wasting Away to Obesity - 2018-08-27
Bridge It - 2018-08-20
Tailor-made Ashes - 2018-08-20
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
As-I-know-it
Nicim
Breathe-Salt
Swordfern
Star-Brite
Swallowthkey
ATwoWayDream
HumHum
Secret-motel
AndWeBreathe
MovingSands
WeAteTheSea