March 13, 2008
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She Sat On The Toilet For Two Years...
...and the skin on her ass grew around the toilet seat. This was at her boyfriend's and it was because she was "afraid to come out". He brought her food and finally called the police.When I read about incidents like the above, I breathe a big sigh of relief at my own anxiety and mental health. I have nothing to be ashamed of and apparently have it pretty easy, comparatively.
There are several things I could be, which I'm not, and complaining about Wellbutrin withdrawal is just self indulgent.
I am of relatively sound mind and body, at least I function in society as so, I've never really been clear about the meaning of "sound mind"...
To me, the mind is but a glass of water.
a poem:
Hydrophonics
He said the mind was like a glass of water. He did not specify the color, the transparency, or not, of the glass, nor did he elaborate on the condition of the water itself.He assumed everyone understood he meant it to be clear, in spite of the particles, orbs and spices, transient flora, reflections of light and other microscopic debris which swam or lifeless, floated freely in the brine.
He stopped to take a drink.
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Comments (5)
i've always figured there's no such thing as a normal person which in turn would mean that sound minds don't exist either! happy thursday! Al
Oh lord, how does your skin grow onto a toilet seat. That is horrifying. The second time I used this word today on xanga. Here it seems most appropriate. Your blog has the rhythm of poetry today.
Poor woman *hugs to you*
and the water tasted like pond scum. he spit it out, blech!
ryc: yes I am serious about the roaches.
"normal" is just too damn subjective!
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