MY ADDICTION TO NORMALCY KEPT MY HEALTH IN JEOPARDY. I KEPT UP THE HOUSE AND YARD TO MAINTAIN THE FAMILY MYTH OF NORMALCY AND KEPT RE INJURING MY BODY. SO NOT WORTH IT. I HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING MYSELF OF THE EIGHT YEARS I WAS BEDRIDDEN AND NO ONE TOOK CARE OF THE YARD.
5 PM-I'M PLAYING POP POP RUSH. SO MEDITATIVE. I FOUND THE 3 PENNIES I FOUND FRIDAY IN THE SAVERS PARKING LOT IN MY GYM BAG ALONG WITH A MARBLE. I'M FINDING MY MARBLES. I COULDN'T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT THEM. I WASHED THEM. I LOOKED THROUGH ALL MY POCKETS OF THE CLOTHES I WORE.
WHEN I HUNG OUT WITH ROCK HOUNDS I SAW A SIGN ON HOW TO BECOME A ROCK HOUND. BUY A BAG OF MARBLES. WHEN YOU FIND A PRETTY ROCK LEAVE A MARBLE. WHEN YOU'VE LOST ALL YOUR MARBLES YOU'RE A ROCK HOUND.
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