Losing it on my own terms (stubborn brute)
control…
controlling my own perverted sense of ‘losing control’.
changing sides to avoid, not sleeping/not sleeping accompanied or in bed. or are these just prime examples of the… hindsight-bias(?) logic fallacy?
control, and either relinquishing it completely or exercising it hyperviligantly. cycling between the two at this pace is murderous to the senses.
among other things. fuck off, i’ll claim pyrrho and stop giving you audience at all. i know it has so much more to do with control than i really know but i will find out… we will find out. then some more kicking and screaming, grinning and bearing it forward towards the bye-bye of that many more bluebirds.
precious and few are the moments that you and your own worst enemy share
