all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out

i've been having interesting revelations lately.
potential physical manifestations of the hypothetical homosexual gene.
sociological repercussions of a five hundred square foot all-women workplace.
(female lobsters in a pot full of boiling water)

all i can say about this is twofold:
one. the tarot cards don't lie.
two. none of it matters because there are twenty seven days left.
(i checked the tsawwassen-swartz bay schedule tonight and cried)

i have no perception of time.
maybe it's all the marijuana and my subsequent loss of short term memory.
maybe it's because my brain is not operating in the third demension.
(maybe nobody's is)

this hasn't been so bad.
that's what my ego is saying post repression, anyway.
and even if it was, the light at the end is mesmerizing me into submission.
(except when the defense mechanisms fail and i remember)
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