14 June 2010

crazy passes through like a whiff of something malodorous. there isn't a narrative, just a passing shift in perception that feels like going cross-eyed followed later by heart pounding anxiety. I talk about nothing in particular and it passes. something about dopamine and conversation.

last night I slept fine so don't you worry.

2 comments:

Soren Lorensen said...

this writing is exquisite

wrenna said...

thank you for liking my stinky mixed metaphors.