“‘Fresh mercy and real hope.'”
(A religious radio station’s claim about Jesus)
Category: Altered States
Skin Mottling
“From continuing exposure to fumes.”
I Know What To Do
“It just took so much effort to get into here – and it’s going to take so much more to get out.”
Open Your Hands
I Don’t Know What To Do
“I am so tired of fighting battles…
But I have to get out of this rental situation, immediately.”
They Say, “Stay Curious”
“But I do not want to explain nor experience these added symptoms to my injuries list.”
Is It Ironic?
“That the small diffuser has now absorbed the smell, so is thus magnify-recycling the ashtray presence in humidity activated with original intention to help aid breathing easier??”
I Feel So Ill
“From this cigarette ash deluge exposure.”
Well,
“I’m gonna have to take things to a next level with this poisoned housing situation…I can’t live like this – literally.”
I’ve Had Enough
“Seas better part – that’s all I’ve got to say!”
What I Need
No OutLet
“It makes me mad that my attempt to draw in fresh air just brings in more of the bad.”
Dropping
“Like a stone.”
A Store’s Name
“Aren’t ‘Halo & Ivy’ kind of the same colors?
Oh…I was thinking of ivory…”
My Life Summed Up
“Constant outpouring of good and efforts to help others…
Receiving some good, some neutral – and frequently taking hits of heavy damage.”
Tearing Into Me
“One minute things are fine – and the next they are gripping, locked on like a Rottweiler.”
Hope
“Can feel at times too fragile.”
‘Round And ‘Round
“As the wolf tosses her head frequently, impatiently beckoning me to take her outside for a fresh round as I clean up her peed-onto-floor mess and the tiger yowls and loudly clinks his glass food bowl at me demanding, I am reminded of my life as a teenager when having to care on my own for my ailing grandmother – and she would ring the bell from her bedroom, summoning.”
And My Joints Say
“HEEEEEEEEEY!”
Alright!
“This morning – is about scrambling!”
The One In The Wings
“Does he love me because I love?
Or because he loves?”
Twenty Bucks
“To avoid remnants of laundry being ruined.”
The Bathroom
Somehow, the neighbors’ musty, stinky feet carpeting smell was being drawn into it!
“I’m Lost…”
“‘I’m a lost toy!'”
“Toy Story” movie quote, up too early and not sure where I am going now or what I am doing for the next couple of hours…)
Reality Vs. Fantasy
“People are lumpy, firm chocolate covered snacky-bits cakelets fall apart as you bite into them without care to their losses onto the floor or down shirt cleavage, and eyes are puffy and wan with longterm worry, sinus pressure, and lack of or interrupted sleep…”
I Gotta Git
“Pain be damned…”
Reality Check
“I need recovery time that I am just not getting.”
Infections
“Like my two big toes got mashed next to their partners.”
Causation
“I had to lift and maneuver a big, clunky-resistant trailer the other day.”
Compression Spasms
“I’d like to think that someday I won’t be in so much pain…
They say that death guarantees that…
But then there’s incorporeal pain.”
Every Where
“There, but not there…
Nit there, but there…”
Stranded
She waited there, exposed to the dry heat of criticisms’ vultures picking at anything still barely alive and breathing.
They could laugh and they could cry.
They could chide her and say goodbye.
But still, she remained, sensing what was coming from far beyond the horizon.
High Investments
“Two hours driving and $30 gas to make $100 = $70 minus taxes.
Still worth it for quality interactions.”
Trying To Rest
To fly off to work.
Next Levels
Pressure and Pain
These Days,
“It feels like my light is sputtering.”
Jaw Clenching
“Agitation.”
And Then,
“The power is cut off for some reason, thereby shutting off any internal electricy such as light, cooking, and air flow modulation – and neighboring smells increase and come into my unit from all atound due to the construction zones large air large hole’s suction below.
Am I Not Supposed To Care?
“That this once pleasant unit is the one that I had specifically chosen when forced out of my home in desperation?
And now my body and all of my belongings are ash tray soak-choked, while I am offered the pittance of a smaller unit, further displacement into undesirable orientation and more exposure to increased road noise and infiltration of privacy without any loss compensation?
BTW, what’s to stop the same issue from happening at the “new” unit, when the untended factors are still going unaddressed in their influence?”
A Bruised Heart
“It seems that I cannot get out of my own way.”
Need
“Why aren’t you here?!”
The Wolf And Me
“I love how quiet and low-key that we can sometimes be together.”
Alone
“Being a canary in a cole mine is overrated.”
The Line
“Apparently, the workers starting up ahain brought in greater fumes magnitude – and I am supposed to sleep in it!”
Some Satisfaction
“I figured out why the ash smell is getting pulled into my unit, but not the source of the smell.”
Mustering
“Must every effort require more to complete – with ever increasing pain intensity?”
It’s Time
“To begin rebuilding separation of issues in my body’s muscularity.”
Round Two
“Of the knot in the shoe!”
(No matter what I do – untying them gets them tangled!)
Sweat
“It is too hot to linger – let me tell you that!”
Upon Points Of View
“Selfish and selfless are dependent.”
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