 my intuition feels laser-sharp. not only is the flow directing me but the flow is playing me like an instrument, praising my quickness but also laughing at me when i make a gross farting noise. i keep checking to see if i am bullshitting myself, turning my head quickly to try to catch my own relection in the mirror. but what i keep feeling is this kind of irrational somewhat disturbing delight. in the midst of psychic torment or menstrual cramps or complete bewilderment or rage i know that if i turn fast enough i will catch my mirror laughing at me. |
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