poison me daddy.

We shall not cease from exploration

And all the end of our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

— T. S. Eliot.

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Coffee on the right. Bleeding heart.
Flush to the left. Let's start.


Cue in the champagne.

Pop! The cork flew across the room and the champagne flowed out along with the pain-filled tears.


Cue in the vinyl player.

Something is wrong, I can't explain
Everything changed when the birds came
You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early
We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how
Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying.

Cue in the non-regulated self-talk.

I must be mad.
How do I make it out alive?
I've made a mess out of my own life.
I think too much and I can't take them back.
It's not like I can get them back.
Funny how a day out of the norm can break the whole routine.
Many have told me to keep myself preoccupied.
A busy mind makes no time for all that.
It'll take a busy time for the mind to fall for that.
How did it get so depressing?
I stopped trying not to think about it.
Yet it keeps coming back.
Something needs to be done to stop the loop.
How about we hit restart and try again?
No, thank you. I'd rather keep you out of my life.
How many closures do we need?

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M.

I've got the Jones right through my bones

Write it on a piece of stone.