Are you worried you'll pass out?
Then pass out.
Are you worried you'll be your pants?
Pee your pants.
Are you worried you'll go crazy?
Are you worried you'll die?
Go ahead and die.
In time the grass grows over everything.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Mashup of this week's dreams:
Unable to find my license and registration as cops multiply drawing guns,
My hands on either side of an ex-boyfriend's face & a feeling of electricity shooting through my wrists up to my shoulders,
Something about magnets,
Gleefully, effortlessly communicating with an angelic deaf child,
The distinct thought that maybe with so many idiots running their mouths all the time it wouldn't be a such terrible thing to live in silence.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
I wish there were a blood test for depression so that lazy dramatic fakers could get their comeuppance & there could be recognition & praise for people who display the preternatural strength to get out of bed in the morning & drag their bodies through the day while large parts their brains are trying to thwart them at every turn. Sheer heroism.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Today a child in Gaza lost his home & his entire family & collapsed in exhaustion on the floor of a bombed-out hospital as I spent the morning writing letters & listening to The Ink Spots.
None of us deserves the gifts or the horrors before us. Our human brains demand that we impose a false logic onto this chaos, but maybe order is a lie.