windowless – twelve
One wonders if the sterile, lifeless halls of psych hospitals and crisis wards and stabilization units are meant to be a canvas for the people who truly belong there. I don’t think it means anything, but it did give me an idea.
patients iii
“That’s really sweet,” says one patient to the other, “but the second you fall in love, a fate worse than death is on the table. I’m not wrong.”
neurotically charged
Magic words. What an idea.
Collect your thoughts and collate them in a hole of a different color. Fill it with your personal space and cover it with half of the sudden.
A skinless drum rings without issue. The lifeless love knows death in the biblical sense.
dry dock – three
paranoiac critical mass
The basis of the current application is adaptation.
I first made note of Dali’s method in 2017, but it never appeared to be practically useful until I came home and started digging through websites instead of books.
who’s the lucky lady?
In a windowless room yesterday, a nearly pristine green notebook opened for the first time in seven years.