Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I had a dream about elevators.

I fucking hate elevators, but I have to deal with them every day. It’s a stupid irrational fear that they’ll malfunction. I’ve never truly had an elevator malfuntion with me in it, but the one at Carter East came damned close every time I stepped into it. I started insisting that we take the stairs after a while …

Anyway, the dream. I was in an appartment complex, much nicer than the one I’m in now. I was cleaning my room, which was for whatever reason the exact same as my room in the trailer I lived in seven years ago.

Recently my dreams have included the sense of touch more vividly. I never “felt” things before in my dream, but now I am. Can be a good thing, like in this dream, with the kitties and the soft rats and such. Wasn’t good two days ago. Read the rest of this entry »

Fuck you.

FUCK YOU.

A thousand times, Fuck you. You, of all people, I get emotionally attached to.
You, of all people, I come to expect things from. Equal if not greater intelligence.

Understanding. PATIENCE WHEN I HAVE NONE.

I’m on birth control because of YOU. I take these fucking things because of YOU, because I LOVE YOU. Read the rest of this entry »