Semester at Sea, Summer 2013; June 15th-August 23rd: I lived on a ship for two months; a mental institution for middle schoolers; Rehab.
My nervous twitching came back, but you know it was only because I felt dry.
They put me on Prozac: Zombies who can't cry; Quarters in the brain; Monsters under my bed.
"It might even squash your appetite a bit," the Doctor said.
I know why she said that: Placebo Effect.
In 1990 there was this guy who was told he was undergoing heart surgery.
The doctor never performed it though, made him believe he did.
A month later he was completely cured.
Google it.
I'm not stupid.
But Western Logic sing songs in my head, "You don't have to feel this way:" Swallow the white pill.
And then like a switch of a dime, I met him.
Two similar beings running into each other.
Thank you, American Spirits.
Thank you, Marbs: You brought us together.
(Intimacy in) Africa + many things I cannot say.
Sincerely, Time of our life, Jack + Jill.
But shhhhhh please don't tell! But we fight.
We fight all the time and it's only been four weeks.
(I lo/ve him).
I drink obscene amounts, dance with other men and then I play games: Manipulation: Queen of the ball: look at me.
"Juego" he says.
"Fuego" I respond.
Light a cigarette.
Pull a drag.
I tug at his heart strings.
I can't help it.
I'm evil.
Make him follow you.
Release.
I'm peaking, but then a Satan's Saturday: I become a Servant to the substance.
Bow down.
Allah? Insanity.
Help.
"Don't have another one don't do it," I tell myself.
Need to Release; The calming Madonna in my head looping through my anxiety; a robot programmed to keep me stable.
I light another cigarette.
Pull a drag.
But my diet supplements ran out.
Tony Robbins where are you when I need you? Release.
I wish on every number for emaciation.
Chain smoke.
It's all wrong.
Have sex.
"Was it good?" he asks.
Take a drag.
A lullaby runs through: When I was a girl, I learned how to use every part of a man...
...
stupid: But my sanity is weaning.
I start malfunctioning and instead of fighting, I give in.
I look down into the sea and remember what a Professor once told me: "The ocean is inviting.
" And I respond, "Yes, very inviting.
"
My nervous twitching came back, but you know it was only because I felt dry.
They put me on Prozac: Zombies who can't cry; Quarters in the brain; Monsters under my bed.
"It might even squash your appetite a bit," the Doctor said.
I know why she said that: Placebo Effect.
In 1990 there was this guy who was told he was undergoing heart surgery.
The doctor never performed it though, made him believe he did.
A month later he was completely cured.
Google it.
I'm not stupid.
But Western Logic sing songs in my head, "You don't have to feel this way:" Swallow the white pill.
And then like a switch of a dime, I met him.
Two similar beings running into each other.
Thank you, American Spirits.
Thank you, Marbs: You brought us together.
(Intimacy in) Africa + many things I cannot say.
Sincerely, Time of our life, Jack + Jill.
But shhhhhh please don't tell! But we fight.
We fight all the time and it's only been four weeks.
(I lo/ve him).
I drink obscene amounts, dance with other men and then I play games: Manipulation: Queen of the ball: look at me.
"Juego" he says.
"Fuego" I respond.
Light a cigarette.
Pull a drag.
I tug at his heart strings.
I can't help it.
I'm evil.
Make him follow you.
Release.
I'm peaking, but then a Satan's Saturday: I become a Servant to the substance.
Bow down.
Allah? Insanity.
Help.
"Don't have another one don't do it," I tell myself.
Need to Release; The calming Madonna in my head looping through my anxiety; a robot programmed to keep me stable.
I light another cigarette.
Pull a drag.
But my diet supplements ran out.
Tony Robbins where are you when I need you? Release.
I wish on every number for emaciation.
Chain smoke.
It's all wrong.
Have sex.
"Was it good?" he asks.
Take a drag.
A lullaby runs through: When I was a girl, I learned how to use every part of a man...
...
stupid: But my sanity is weaning.
I start malfunctioning and instead of fighting, I give in.
I look down into the sea and remember what a Professor once told me: "The ocean is inviting.
" And I respond, "Yes, very inviting.
"
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