big words from my neighbour who’s calling me a ‘lowlife’ and ‘parasite’ and yet there’s a good chance you won’t even read this because his wifi signal sucks so bad
therapist: describe this picture
me: that’s my father yelling at me
therapist: and this one
me: you having sex with my wife
therapist: and this one
me: aren’t these normally ink blots
october so all i can think about is skeletons: skeletons riding tandem bicycles, playing in jazz quartets, seasoning a bolognese to perfection. a skeleton sitting alone in fake mustache and fedora, watching clara across a busy café giggling with that total chode bret from finance
everything in moderation, i say. just total moderation, all day, every day. obsessive, punishing, savagely excessive, tyrannous and soul-consuming moderation. literally set fire to immoderates, i mean
[collecting evidence at crime scene]
partner: so chief isn't approving any vacation 'til further notice
me: r u serious
partner: says we need to get our shit together and start solving some crimes
me: godDAMMit *kicks box of dna swabs & fingerprint slides into swimming pool*