Tag: depression
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Wasted years
At the end of the day, thejoints flare-up, and the bodyhurts, the fingers, spindle-shapedand the toes, warm, the gut, a ballof pain. I have a condition Iwon’t name, but I thinkthe weight of wasted yearspressing downincreases its intensity. Weeds andthornbushes; slate and coal;sewers and slushy streets;shattered glass and obsidian.Relationships based onvisions of future togethernessunder bluish […]
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The great addiction
I used to buy a pack of Marlboro Reds from a dingy cigarette shop on the street outside my apartment complex. I’d then return, sit on my balcony infused with the neon twilight of dusk, smoke and convulse in the throes of guilt. What am I doing with my life? Does this all end in […]
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