Just free-forming here:
It was hot in my room yesterday, now
It’s cold in the room.
My brother returned home from Chicago yesterday with a grimace
My mother and I spend time together
I am unemployed.
It’s not a dead-end. I just can’t go back to the lab. I have to find a new career.
That work killed me.
Or was it the plant
Never wandering (fuck I overuse “wander” and “wonder”, but I just like those words so much)
Ever wandering (might as well rub it in)
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The Holy War
No man of faith went unarmed
Now we are here
A million dead and two civilization overturns later
(Is “overturns” a word? It’s not a noun, is it?)
Men of faith…
Who have nothing.
I fell asleep naturally last night
It felt so much better
A clear head
And I woke up on time, full of energy
God, is this what a healthy body feels like?
I had no idea it was doing this to me
That’s the worst part: not knowing
Actually, really, not knowing why you feel so weak and exhausted and restless and psychotic all the time
Obvious conclusion would be the plant
But, it never checked out with my inner sensors
Ho-hum, ho-hum digging in the mines for gems
We be dwarves!
Glichtes unite, for we rule the universe!
‘Guess I was fooled…