106. Barf
I am really tired of AI content, and dude, it’s only been 3 months since Uranus moved into Gemini and activated the paradigm shift that’s like a printing press on speed.
It feels like speed talk, too -
I remember late nights (or early mornings, what even is time with methamphetamines zapping through one’s system?) up with friends, hyping each other up with hyperbole, the intense, frantic kind o...
106. tuck and roll
Me to Me: “Do you think anyone would actually notice if we just left?”
Me (responding): “There’s only one way to find out.”
It was a conversation they’d had many times before, and one they (read: me-we) were - quite frankly - sick of. So without further discussion, they grabbed their bag, didn’t say goodbye to a single soul, then turned and walked out the door.
Back in my big-drinking years (th...
105. loving witness
"Shame recedes in the presence of a loving witness," I say to myself, knocking at the door of my highest self, looking for someone to acknowledge me in my two month relapse and social media binge.
[Knock, knock.]Â
Hello, self. I see you, I love you, and I’m here to listen - what’s been going on?
Well, since the first of May I have been cycling through something like a relapse.Â
Relapse? Isn’t t...
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