i worry about
my state of mind
sometimes
when emotions
are too confusing
obtuse
there is no added anxiety
because
the tank
had been topped off
years before
i mean
i always knew
i was broken
in some ways
but the cracks got
wider
as i got
older
the world kept spinning
spinning spinning spinning
spinning spinning spinning
freebase dramamine
drama mean
drama…
pontificating
on the rapturous need
for escape
for freedom
to not leave
my goddamned apartment
on my terms
not yours
nebulous means of destruction
a rational man
might well see
the means of escape
lay
precariously perched
upon
the docadecehedronic Messiah
here on behalf
of the others
when they say others
it feels italicised
just an insane slant
to the letters
weasaling
burrowing
across the impossible ossicles
floating
suspended
in inner ear retention
i need suspension
of unbelief
a pleading dissertation
on dessert ettiquete
from nomadic desert people
with norwegian
last names
an unfortunate instance of one man’s paradox and another’s pair of crocs and the zany hijinks they get up to trying unravel this ball of yarn called life
Crocs 🚫
Hijinks 😍 it just looks awesome in type
Mikes wordsmithing? ❤️
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It’s the three dotted letters in a row, feels fancy.
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I like yarn. Especially if it is soft. And someone (else) makes it into an afghan.
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Too hot for Texas living.
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So you’re saying Texans never use blankets?!
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We’ll certainly, ma’am. We use the ebony sky as our blanket. The cool sand as our bed. Some of the fancier types use a cactus as a pillow. I’m good with a rock.
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Well now that we’ve got that part of the Texan way of life established….
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You have wound up in a smoother landing here.
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