allow me a whinge…
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still read, slow like an adolescent with ADD, but that’s better than nothing. Yesterday I was reading Bukowski’s War All The Time and I came across this quote—
‘In between the
punctuating
agonies
life is such
a gentle habit’
— and I thought: Fuck me, there’s a slit of life between bad days, like fireflies you see only in the darkness outside cities, like phosphorescence swimming in the deep black sea.
art by Jarek Puczel
It’s the gist of what I wrote today. Are you happy? No I’m not asking you, that will be totally weird. But may be I am asking you- Are you happy? In my poem. Check it out.
Like your comicstrips they are very intriguing indeed! ^_^
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thank you for reading!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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