Two broken Tigers on fire in the night, flicker their souls to the wind in General
- Sept. 29, 2019, 6:21 p.m.
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I suppose it is this time each year.
The air conditioners are out of the windows. In the absence of white noise Mister Tinnitus, which the VA denies, starts whispering.
I don’t know what he is saying, it is like listening to a conversation in a separate room.
When you are young you think the way the world is, is the way the world will always be, I am right at that cusp where you realize that you can’t even see the tidal wave of changes coming.
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woman in the moon ⋅ September 29, 2019
Not a happy time.
Jinn ⋅ September 29, 2019
I think you are right.
gattaca ⋅ September 30, 2019
I must hear the noise of a fan to sleep.
Occasionally I think I hear voices just tantalizingly on the edge of hearing. It's probably nothing.