Yeah, you're right. Think I'm just reflecting my experience of being here for way too long. Has been a pretty dark ride, what with being the target of so many attacks on my mental health over the years. I try to tough it out, and give some back from time to time, but I'd rather just be somewhere...
Turned right did he? What a pity. Thanks to the 'ate id wager. It really toughened'im up and kept'im hungry and sorted'im right out it did. Or? Probably, who even knows. Least we had a few giggles
Bone Strike (Downtown Draft)
By Unknown 70s NYC Streetpoet
False flag,
intellect,
curiosity spray-painted in Helvetica—
you wore it like a badge.
Third saw.
Third named.
Bone struck—
clean.
Swat him like a gnat,
but that crack in the mirror?
Still there.
Still staring.
You doubled it,
tripled...
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