Oh my God, I ate.\u00a0 I ate and I ate, and I ate all of the platters until I was ripe and full, and therefore I was EATEN, but I’ll keep throwing up in this toilet out of nervousness and misery as if it will change what I have eaten.<\/p>\n
And the belly of the beast is lonely when it is a friend who has put you here.<\/p>\n
It’s sad, you know?\u00a0 I sat there on Sunday, and I felt it coming.\u00a0 I stood beside Red Bluff with the love of my life, and I cried.\u00a0 I sat on a hill, and I cried, and then I laid in the road, and I cried.\u00a0 I didn’t know it was going to happen.\u00a0 But have you ever gotten… a feeling?\u00a0 And I took the rock from the side of the cliff, and it crumbled in my hand.\u00a0 And it was dust.\u00a0 Everything is dust, and we all fall down, wE ALL FALL DOWN, WEALLFALLDOWN, AND EVERYTHING IS DUST AND NONE OF IT MATTERS<\/p>\n
When we had gotten there, we heard about a woman who had fallen off the edge of the cliff.\u00a0 Maybe it was an omen.<\/p>\n
Oh my God, I just wanted to be<\/em>.\u00a0 I wanted to be<\/em> something for once in my life, I wanted to BE<\/em> SO MUCH.<\/p>\n ,MAYBE I SHOULD GIVE UP, BUT MAYBE I SHOULD BE<\/em> UNTIL THE VERY END,<\/p>\n If it wasn’t May, then it would be okay.\u00a0 But April showers can’t fix what flowers died in May.<\/p>\n I ate; therefore I was eaten.\u00a0 Perhaps I should let it be.\u00a0 Don’t touch the stomach acid any longer.<\/p>\n But it’s 11:25 am & lunch is coming.\u00a0 Perhaps I should eat once again.<\/p>\n I have other people who depend on me that I need to do this for, other people that need me there, so maybe I should not starve myself.<\/p>\n Perhaps I should eat.\u00a0 Eat all of their heads right off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh my God, I ate.\u00a0 I ate and I ate, and I ate all of the platters until I was ripe and full, and therefore I was EATEN, but I’ll keep throwing up in this toilet out of nervousness and misery as if it will change what I have eaten. And the belly of the … Continue reading “ohmyGod,lifelifeLIFELIFELIFE”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/28"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3470"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3483,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470\/revisions\/3483"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}