There’s A Lot Behind the Eyes

That lot is a lot lot. I get so frustrated with myself for writing in metaphors. What I write and what I think are two very different things. They shouldn’t be. But they are.

I work. Intuitively.

I wish I didn’t.

I am never wrong.

But why are people always screaming at me that I cherry pick my judgements with no apparent assessment of the risks. You have to remind me what a risk is. Everytime, I open my big mouth, it’s a risk.

I have taken razor blades to my arms but the blood dries. Why do I think I have to stare into their eyes. Something that must be done even if I have no clue as to how to do it.

You want the truth. You cannot handle the fucking truth.

Pariah Status High With Rain.

There is nothing money cannot buy. Interventions are not always sustained by rigorus data. To put it midly.