Jfc I just restarted Lexapro and Doxepin for anxiety and insomnia and have been having very intense dreams and last night gifted me this one where me and you (you can be anyone) had gone to this interactive movie where we had to go into a crowded restaurant and our kids were there but they were just AI replicas and in the movie the restaurant gets attacked in every way possible and we had to watch our kids die in just awful awful ways but we loved it so much because we got to try and save them and run around like it was real with no fear of getting shot or stabbed or bombed ourselves and so when it was over you (who can be anyone) were excited and breathless and said that we absolutely had to bring our third friend to the movie so then we’re all three entering the restaurant and we’re so excited for our third friend to experience it and he casually mentions that he's brought his actual kids and that they’re already in the restaurant and we’re telling him that there are going to be double versions of his kids then and a guy in front of us turns around and tells us that if you bring your real kids they kill them too and everything after that was just super terrible and gutting and I'm still sad for it to have been in my mind to see what I saw and our third friend was met with a laugh track as he voiced aloud his worry that he would bury the wrong kids
Taking this pill will put seven fingers on the hand of god. I don’t remember what sleep does, but neither does sleep. The pill is the second of its kind. Heartache was a dentist eating snow.
A bombed place is a place remembered every second by time.
Touch has three fathers
or a mother with double vision.
Was god told the mirror it could see.
Data usage, teeth, xmas. Angels attracted to angels passed through a bomb. Waist up, waist down. The moved body. My son's age in being carried.
Death is lazy. My kids don’t say this, but I tell people they do. I say to myself that my hands are asleep and my wife’s blood asks for a night off. I am in America when I say anything. Don’t bomb this place bc a friend of mine ate food there. Four bodies touching is it a season or is it seasonal. I keep my son from pointing the wrong way. I don’t know which muscle hates which bone. Amazing how long god can stay in one position.
I dream myself into a fact about god
How to heal
your sick
son: Wait
his whole life
to miss him
then don’t
In Ohio
we kill
our dead
Body
isn’t far
from boy
Silence skips my son like a letter
Mirror ain’t deep but mirror can hear my unclear twin
breathing
erased
ice
Scrape god from a sentence that god has read
Before I can name what eats me it eats me Rabies and roadkill are two gods away A dream sequence skips my brother’s death A frog howls its frogness to the totem mouth of grief Here is how to create a spider: Rub sand in your eye while your eye holds its breath No two gods are god The exploded foot of an angel The microphone left in hell
A lawnmower and a chainsaw while sharing insomnias make a quiet horse. I am not a tactile writer. God fills my son with sand.
I’m poor. I’m poor, too. All last week, the wrong year. I am alive. I’m sorry. I am not in the right place to touch god with plastic. Eat someone who knows the future. Don’t tap the animals.
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