Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

My notes from Psych

What if...
Gun control
Red
Handwriting Analysis
Paintball
Pants
Despair
Transitional epithelia
Acetaminophen
Torture
Alone
Park
Grip
Sympathetic Nervous System
Benadryl
Capitol punishment
Wound
Cranberry
Cholesterol
Pessimistic
Salacylic Acid
Night
Neuron
Dark
FEAR
sleep
Scars
Love is in the house
orange
Psychotic
Triangle
Spleen
UNFORGIVENESS
mercy killing
Break
Aorta
Deserted
Dendrite
death
tears
Terror
Germ Warfare
Captain Kangaroo
freedom
Kidney
Scream
911
Trigger
Social Skills
Weapon
HATE
New Zealand
Methamphetamine
Parasympathetic Nervous System
butcher
Trip
Desensitized
Thrombus
Sudafed
Electric Shock
deserted
Dendrite
This soiled world
Brain
Formaldehyde
suicide
stone
cold
green
ovary
criminal
Snow
inhibitor
war
Shot
abandoned
RECONCILIATION
Word over all, beautiful as the sky
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
The the hands of the sisters, Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soiled world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin -- I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
(Whitman)

I swear I'm not bipolar. I just believe in giving sadness equal opportunity. I'm terrified and I don't know what to do about it. Too hard.
~MK

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