Things don't affect me the way they used to. It is getting harder to remember the difference between affect and effect. Do the changes always feel so seismic? Do you wonder what I am doing? At night I have dreams that you are in the hospital. I am filled with purpose as I rush to the airport. I crawl into your bed in my boots and we sleep and sleep. We remember that we can't live alone and we sleep and sleep.
To whom shall I detail my existence?
On Sunday there is a ladies brunch for my mom's birthday. She wants me to wear the red dress my dad got me for Christmas. This Christmas we went to my grandmother's apartment down in Ft. Myers. She was recently put on an oxygen tank so she can't go far. Everywhere she walks she is attached to a long green chord, so you can always find her. A transhumanist before her time, a transhumanist past her prime.
To whom shall I detail my existence?
On Sunday there is a ladies brunch for my mom's birthday. She wants me to wear the red dress my dad got me for Christmas. This Christmas we went to my grandmother's apartment down in Ft. Myers. She was recently put on an oxygen tank so she can't go far. Everywhere she walks she is attached to a long green chord, so you can always find her. A transhumanist before her time, a transhumanist past her prime.
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