Our Baby's Got Your Eyes

I think it might have been the short story I wrote. Though I didn't like writing it or how it came out, I believe it began some sort of cathartic chemical reaction within my soul. I wrote about a great romance, and it made the other seem like nothing. I also am mentally exhausted from midterms. I also had some fever dreams last night, until I turned off my heater.

The court upheld my conviction of the dissident blood cells and they were finally hanged in my heart's town square. Now my righteous mental government shall reign with absolute authority; this is a no-nonsense life I live now. The only feelings I have are resentful thoughts about the "F" word and the wasted time. Also, maybe it's the upbeat stop-motion film I watched today about pirates. Either way, that part of my life is over. I am not Jean Valjean! Oh, I still have my ribbon of bondage. Ah!

So, it begins being. I pushed it all out the other end of my head with movies and art. Now on to the next one! I look forward to it. For now, a shaking skull smelling flowers until time runs out.