Sty me, Stymie.

Sitting here contemplating, should I go to bed early because I'm so anxious about this work I can't focus? Or should I try to be proactive and rid myself of the anxiety by staying up longer trying to get myself to focus or be less anxious?

What good will any of it do?

What does a any of it matter anyway?

Perhaps that is part of my dilemma. I am constantly fighting my inner voices telling me how meaningless it all is...

Cat stares and fringes on my shoulder blades... Blurry dry eyes covered in plastic, working out the muscles in my eyelids as I force them over my tainted corneas...

Garlic fingers.

It would be so nice to be completely irresponsible and go mad already, instead of just fighting the impulse all the time. But really, aren't we all, collectively, fighting that battle every moment we occupy space in this universe?

Love Lenka Lots

Sweet Dreams

Tobacco + Vanilla Extract + cigarette paper

Totally works!

Just what I need.

Sometimes a cigarette is the perfect way to turn the final page in a long, drawn out story...