i am ill. my mad horse is laughing at me. my friends are angry because they think i am ignoring them. my clients are angry because they think i have ignoring them. 2/3 of my doctors are angry because they think i am ignoring them. my mind is angry because it thinks i am ignoring myself. my body is angry because i haven’t had a glass of water in several weeks. at my show last night i laid down on the floor to stop the room spinning, while everyone tried to congratulate me. my mama says i have a fever and not a mad horse. i say that my mad horse has instead given birth to butterflies.

10:37 pm  •  20 June 2012  •  3 notes