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Extracted by ankakay on 26 Feb 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 10:28 pm under the aegis of: aging, life, ranting, rage, pathology, quaint morals, moody, obsessive compulsive, mental health, spoiler, hating, b-raging, raging, meds rso, meds, partial stops, all stops, format hell, anxious anxious, moody broody, fear exposure, fear effoff, frustration, why is anything anything
This is what happens when (my doves cry®princerogersnelson and umrg you’re very-too late with taking your meds while tapering off an RSO™.) I can’t count the number of whore-shoes (…or pickles!) I currently have stashed up my arse right now, but Dear PTB: know that I am full of grace for the former. Seriously. […]
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If you’re wondering…
I’m afraid so am I!
But not to worry - you may have come to the right place. Or you could just be hopelessly lost beyond all reason, in which case - stay put; you’re right where you should be.
I go by the aliases Recidiscursive and Ankakay, and I’m a twenty-something dudette suffering my dexterous drivelling to facilitate the greater unknown of sanity and self-recovery. My writing ‘drugs’ of choice are poetry, Frantic Napkin poetry, short prose fiction (some may show up here) and … this blog!
The wheels are spinning, destination is unknown (for this blog, as it is for life in general). But pixel-by-pixel and with enough curiosity to decimate a legion of inculpable “im in ur” what-have-you kitties, I live, learn, drivel, and then (hopefully) lather, rinse - repeat.
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