How many times have you come back around?
I feel like I’ve been here enough times to realize that certain people will become some sort of test. Nothing scholarly about it really, just a test of strength and compassion.
I wasn’t blessed with a sculpted body, the kind men want to ejaculate on. I wasn’t blessed with perfect skin, or any talent that could change the world somehow.
I’m just like you, and you’re just like me.
Have you ever had food poisoning?
Sounds like a senseless question, I know, but seriously, that sort of thing shapes a person.
You die and resurrect.
You sweat out the old and remember the good.
The fragility of a human body, the importance of your gut, of your hunger, your ability to function without the need to hide under blankets.
I’ve had more than my share of toxic bacteria circling my insides.
I’m already quite fragile when it comes to food, since food is so fucking questionable in the first place.
What is food?
I could live off of marijuana, chocolate and wine alone if I had to.
Ideally alongside someone to share it with.
Sometimes all I need is a little food poisoning in my life to clear some shit up.
Fevers are detoxes, they allow you to reminisce and indulge on your mistakes.
I can’t recall a fever that didn’t put some sort of perspective into me. It’s very similar to menstruating in my opinion,
in the way that the mind clears when it’s all over and done with.