today’s intoxicants

  1. fractured cobalt sky; a lot still to be done.
  2. our lives played out like nursery rhymes, read by all and full of dirty, laden symbols.
  3. conscious effort to not speak of it, to repress the thing (that is, to make the thing as quick as a word).
  4. regretful sex–none of it.
  5. quiet rage, building from the inside, destroying what we didn’t know.
  6. dissatisfaction with the reduction of emotion to clear and succinct phrases. despite the attempted periphrasis and coagulation of specifics, the meaning still presents itself to me as relevant and sharp-felt as a clot in a vessel.
  7. noisy neighbours, damn it.

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