Ambivalence is a force. What am I doing. I don’t want to do the homework to take these classes. I’m in the wrong classes. But they said I need a Masters. I don’t need to master anything – officially. I’m barely passin.

Stop.

My brain is wired today. Neurons are firing today. Now I’m rhy-y-a-ming. Guess it’s time to compose. They call it composure. But my posture is frozen. Zen.

Why do I fall in love so easily? With you, with her with him, with them. With it. I can’t get with it.

Blaise is off her meds again. She didn’t take her medicine.

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