july

so i got busy.

so i got busy with work and i couldn't write a blog. i write "I.T.'s" all day, for each client interaction, an individualized therapy as clinician.

so i got busy; so i got brushy with the laws of my own body. sleep. so i got alcohol poisoning again and it feels GREAT. all caps to denote my uneasiness at how easy it is. all caps to show that no matter how hard relationships with people are, relationships with chemicals are SO much trickier.

so i got busy. so i got everything i need and i will always have everything i need. if i don't have my needs met, then i'll know that that's the time that i don't need it. numbers work out for me I'M LUCKY.

so i got busy with a book that spells out bodies for sale, using suits for sex. i bought a picture frame that emptied out empty's into a bin for sex. for quite unnecessary hands, gloves, globes, rights. you know universality? you know how we all consume a commensurate tale of greed, post, reconnaissance? so i got busy with a woman who researched the Renaissance.

so i got busy with a bottle, with a reason for inclined declination of brain infarction with adjective functions.