Sleepwalking

>> Monday, April 5, 2010

I'm not sure what there's worth waking up to. Anxiety and anger produced by things out of my control kept manageable by mental escape to dull thought and numb feeling results in the familiar paralysis. Outlets of expression are battened shut. I've been trying to write something for weeks, and this is all I can manage now.

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Assuming I ever get around to having any, opinions expressed here are my own, whilst ideas are typically the illegitimate children of the last several things I've read. Viewer discretion advised in the case of uploaded self-portraits. Do not bother to fold, spindle, or mutilate the contents, as I can adequately do so myself without assistance. At almost all times, my tongue is firmly in cheek- I don't take myself terribly seriously even when my subject matter is serious, and any reader would be advised not to, either. React as you like, but I consider this to be the equivalent of practicing the cello at home near a slightly-opened window. You are welcome to stop and listen, but I play for myself.

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