hounded fortnights, multiple dreams in a vignette of an unfortunate strangers alibi's

so, i am trying to learn to accept being less holy, ornate, and deceptively resilient 

but i'm nauseous all the time -

so, i am going to have to learn to save some money, silence, dislocated feelings

for a trip to somewhere, with a decent toilet bowl

to let some of this shit spill out; it's almost spring-time;

(and she's less tolerant than February Mondays)