don’t forget who’s in charge here. I can feel that violence in the air. I can’t completely trust them. they’re ready to take your head off, just very slowly, over the years, with tiny saws.
hang a new picture. this one. okay. framed nicely. I scratch the leeches off my skin. no response. call out and call out, nada. toast this grape juice high, hope it won’t stain. strand. virus.
it cannot be contained. a contaminate will leak. you can barely trust these people. where can you go? it’s such a trap because it’s such an insult – half of which they don’t even realize is insulting. unbelievable. I feel like I’m making a case for myself. this word goes right after that one. I have to make it a coloring book for them to understand. but will it do any good?
coloring book pages now torn out and used as napkins and place mats. in bed I felt vomitous. I survived it, but it was no good. you have to be stronger than I am to survive this.
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