Author: D. Cowman PM
I can feel my serotonin receptors puckering up, so I ply them with THC and hope that I can produce enough happiness to get me through tomorrow.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 57 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3022482
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Sitting here, naked and seething with other people's emotions jostling into mine. Random disgust. I am diffused and must shepherd the pieces of my Self back into recognizable order. The (uni)verse has made a game of scattering me about.
I am off-kilter, and suddenly, I'm lost within. Again. Staring and judging.