Lower Doses and Big, Bad Habits
Free Radicals, Sam Weber
Sebastien Schuller “Weeping Willow”
Just because I can’t doesn’t mean I should.
I can do it: On my own; pillbox not included.
Easy fixes aren’t so easy.
I slept all day and didn’t wake up.
¿Est-ce que ça va?
Robert McGinnis
I feel like magic tonight.
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Night Song
I think I’m dreaming.
Cuidaito, chiquitito, que te puedo dejar moraito…
Strophanthus preussii [Corkscrew Flower, Poison Arrow Vine, Spider Tresses, Tassel Vine] Apocynaceae by Tuis Imaging
Camarón de la Isla “Y Mira Que Mira Y Mira”
I’m not a professional burglar, but…
Come ‘n’ get it!
Cyganka, Olga Boznanska
Sick, sick, sick like a stray and streetbound dog!
I couldn’t sleep last night and that one hour I did, I know because I couldn’t stop looking at the time wondering how much longer left until I had to be a functional part of society, I awoke drenched in my own sweat. The sheets were drenched, wet with fever, wet with disease.
I’m not spinning tales to appease the gods of poetry or to entertain my nonexistant audience. All this that I express: my narration is literal.
I got up searching for a quick fix for the aches and pains. I couldn’t stay in bed for long even though it was 3:48AM. My body hurt a contorted hurt, as if I’d been sleeping with my head by my feet again. My eyes were dry, with a coagulated film. I looked as if I had jaundice.
I still look like a living zombie, my skin is wrecked, harsh, coarse. I feel as if I’d been sanded down.
Michael Leonhart & the Avramina 7 “Gold Fever”
Here’s to another sleepless night.
Sh…!
Judith, Gustav Klimt
Oh, honey.
I knew it.
This was never a game, but it played out that way, and I’ve won.
I haven’t a trophy to prove it, but the stories alone are all I need. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone 
You can trust me. I always keep my mouth shut.
La Vie Est Belle.
I want to share the story. I want to tell the story.
I want to recount the tale of how four corners of the world joined together. Four points in time collaborated. We, the four, crossed paths on a road common to us, but to each other we were strangers. One incident, one accident, it joined us and now we are tied forever in memory and now in a strange bond.
Words would not do justice to what happened last night. It was a beautiful story to be a part of, I was moved and I could have cried if I let myself.
Unfortunately there were no cameras and there is no mass of wires or cables growing from my head to connect to the projector in the theatre of my mind. I won’t do the story justice with my words.
I wish, I wish, I wish I could share.
Smoker’s Cough
The Passage of Time by ToniVC
It’s not because the hour has repeated itself…
But, I swear, the minutes are passing by slower than ever today.
We’s the Bee’s Knees
Acetaminophen, AKA painkillers: something I’d take if I believed in medicine.
Today’s featurette is brought to you by fatigue and physical discomfort.
Never pain because I refuse to acknowledge that it exists, and when I do accept it it’s only because it brings me pleasure.
Last night I fell asleep to the buzzing drone in my ears, a customized lullaby furnished by an agressive drumming boy.
Last night I fell asleep with increasing pressure in my back, a mark of success of sorts, and a blemish highlighting a failure as well.
I thought I was on the verge of getting sick. I know what little poisons to take for preventative measures.
However, I could have avoided it all had I not been so fond of a particular bad habit.
My lids are heavy even though I think I’m well rested; I try to convince myself, at least. I’ve pushed myself to the limit. Am I taking care of myself?
No.
I destroy everything I touch.
I’ve been an 8.7 on the Richter scale ever since I can remember.
I’m really good at taking bad care of everything.
¡It’s too early!
It’s too early for a cigarette!
It’s also too early for “Sorry, I dialed the wrong number” calls!
