Nonsense

ever work with a psycho?

my first intervention occurred today and at first it didn’t mean much but when it was over there was clarity.

first, i didn’t take anything personally. then i considered she was prejudiced. last i thought she was just a pussy. a pussy pussy if you will.

after an hour or so i wondered if i’d offended her and how i might apologize for the sake of peace.

but in the next hour i was like fuck it, suffering is king and my dna is anchored toward the idea that nothing matters outside of love, that if it isn’t love it’s pure bullshit.

so i decided to move through the next phase unfazed if you will.

bitches are gonna be bitches and i can smile at the parable that says she’s just a dog with a high-pitched bark and litter filled with the bullshit of her lineage.