i have a terrible fear of being alone. 2 years ago, it is all i wanted to be.
mind. thoughts. think.
so. i need to start painting again. because it will make me feel better. much much better. and i need to feel better. much much better. plus i had originally made this thing to post my painting and drawing stuff on but. yeah…. oh. so i need to draw more things. with hinges for mouths. and thousands of teeth. and pupil-less eyes all to the theme of ‘love, love will tear us apart...
a good nights sleep.
slept in bed with a pit-bull and a chihuahua last night. opposites do attract.
the anatomy of an anxiety attack.
and it’s kind of like this. hands grabbing the inside of you lungs. gathering up in the ribcage. plus the tail end of the esophagus and some shoulder bone. and. they. latch on until. all muscles feel like water. hair attached to skull feels heavy. numbness and rising in the head. stretching and sinking in the stomach. the break. is not a quick shatter. a small crack. that grows....
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can not stop listening to devendra banhart.
last night i dreamt that i drove a taxi that brought people whose hands and/or feet had been cut off in an act of revenge to the hospital.