You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

it was yesterday, so i can see it objectively. it's a lot to handle at once, indeed it is several things...several SEPERATE THINGS that you fail to differentiate. but that's why i'm here. i'm gonna tell you sanely, soberly, how this issue is related to this issue, but how it does not result in me being psychotic.

i wouldn't do that to you.

everybody's contentedness at my expense. i'm going to go express this someplace else.

if i was a child it would be my forearms. since i am an adult, it might be yours (another you now, incidentally...a third party pulls herself inside...).

(years from now i'll only remember singing "cold fish" in the bathtub last night - "STRIP ME DOWN & BARE MY SOUL/CUT MY HEART OUT, EAT ME WHOLE/TAUNT & BAIT ME!/INVALIDATE ME!")

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)