Occasionally I jut my lower lip in slowed emotion of embarrassment of my time wealth portioned to antimemory and the irony of the speculative reformatting of my designated pathology of aptitude working memory as take a wrong turn on the… Continue reading

First hum word of the day “apothusis” is apophysis. Never heard of it. An offshoot, a skeletal outgrowth or apothysis top and bottom of column curve outwards. Also apophyge.  Besides using a model of my heard voices turning into internal… Continue reading

Medical culture at my local MH LHD uses a term for community outpatients “the sarcastic consumer.” Informally 100% of the community outpatient base hate meds as my case manager commented once. And at certain thresholds the term is weaponised. The… Continue reading

 What They Don’t Get They don’t get  I was speaking two languages. They don’t get  I was DV homed. They didn’t get  how universal disapproval comes to land in the bottle and I.  They didn’t get they got it wrong.… Continue reading

Before we leave I’ve left the tracked traffic to resting, emerge a cloaked identity, or signal from barrelling worlds. I hear out. Ships’ sprayed noise  like spume buildings, sand washing. Before we go clank on the scaffolding, I am practicing… Continue reading

In past lives I read opaque crystals to agitate and diffuse their forbidden lattices like a locked jackpot. Like leaves beaming with the decomposition of the soil. Arborescent hack of the earth’s exchanges of point of view. Derive from any… Continue reading

Insomnia, fun hypersexuality, bipolar spinal catastrophe, vertebrae seeps cornmeal making me thirst for my own cerebrospinal fluid through a transparent hose reel. Mazed daylight on like sheer gauze. Chain of earworms. Sudden braking may cause time rewind. The cryogenic neon… Continue reading

I’m talking to Paul Feyerabend and he says he knows a coven of witches that’d make my weekends interesting and improve my mood guaranteed. I’m like yeah sounds good, is it dark and secret? He’s like yeah but not if… Continue reading

Ill as fuck. Social supports dry amidst the wet.  All my glad chronesthesia episodes are of feeling pre-medicated, that is, prior schizoid diagnoses received.  This is the place I want to be. All associations usher on from there. My acquaintances… Continue reading

My commie peer support worker, who currently I fondly consider as the stasi, is coming over. Obviously to take notes but I will countersqueeze them for info on the Victorian mental health royal commission – a win for our sociologists… Continue reading