Sinuses full of ivory and exhaustion. Lifelines of alacrity spun loom-thin across make-believe waiting rooms. Memory dust-bunnies crowded behind boxes of affections. Discarding maladaptions with the all the grief of a Dear John letter. Slices of colored bamboo as midnight feng shui. Organ pockets full of sharp pebbles. Every morning diluting further into erasure with the aid of great gulps of synthetic sleep. The exhaustion always waits patiently.
4:24 p.m. - 2023-04-06
Recent entries:
It Will Only Get Worse - 2023-05-04
Underwhelming Manufacturing - 2023-05-04
A Malignant Fatigue - 2023-04-21
Present Observations I - 2023-04-14
Forbidden Combine - 2023-04-14
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
Blubbles
Swordfern
NormalToilet
Life-My-Way
Bridgecity
Babyhead
Murder
Frostopia
HumHum
Secret-motel
ATwoWayDream