If You Have A Child
Please. Touch them today. Make them laugh. It is pure magic. I hope that I am able to lose some sanity. For the sake of memory and sanity. I have to. They lead to each other in the end.
Everything I see around me is contextualized through Jeremy. I can’t help it. It just is. We saw Polyphonic Spree a last week. “It’s the sun, and it makes me smile.” Rather, I interpreted it as, “It’s the Son, and it makes me smile.” I’m not physically moved by external events. Ever. Except that night I was. I think Shae noticed, but she doesn’t mind when I open up.
Socrates criticized the written word for the loss of rhetorical tradition. I’d criticize that for the loss in cognitive emotion. I guess Socrates should have conferred with Freud more.
Everything happens so fast. Life. Death. Life and death. It’s almost funny because of the absurdity of it all. But life and death is no laughing matter. Is it a crying matter? I’m not sure yet. This blog is on the brink of extinction though.
I’m screaming inside so hard that I can’t speak on the outside. And it doesn’t matter. The words that I need use shouldn’t be published. Let’s see if I can put them out in a simple list… angry, frustrated, confused, sad, pissed, incensed, depressed, overloaded, minimized, contained, trivialized, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive…
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