Holding Cells Aren’t Helping

This is the tale of my stay at the Lawrence Memorial Med 6 Psychiatric Unit. It outlines how poor care is given even when the stay is voluntary.

5.5 Grams of Freedom

I have had a life-long relationship with psychedelics. I began using dextromethorphan (DXM), a sigma agonist that is available OTC, when I was 15. I began using it after severe domestic …

The Water’s Rising Past My Eyes

This piece was written while inducing a hypomanic state. I had a lot of scrambled energy that needed to come out and this poem is the product of the current state of my psyche. Lucky I have a new therapist.

Forgive me for my faults (because I can’t)

Forgive me for my faults is a new piece written on 9/26/19 that was sparked as an outlet to an episode of Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s often common for people with personality disorder to deal with false thoughts that are programmed into them.

A Day At the Symphony

Not because they actually were sad, or bad, or even had by we happenstance came across misfortune: She simply sours sentiment.

The Gramlin | F*CK Healthcare

Due to my mistrust of the medical system I have an emergency 12 day supply tucked away. It’s the wrong dose and on the verge of expiring…

Flowing Forward

All I could do was analyze the future and what was to be. I was stuck in a constant loop. No more. Now I am just flowing forward.

A cold gratefulness

Old people and their logic. Hidden old people agenda to keep the heat high is what that shit is.

Grayline

That would generally involve me checking the wyzecams often hoping all is well, ready to make a call to the neighbors…

Life is a waterfall

I have attached a small teaser to the dementia project if you are interested. Feedback most appreciated.

Flow to Go

Getting past things like that….Remembering that yes there will be periods of time where the flow of creativity runs awry; Never dry.

Feeling it

A friend who goes by the handle “Thieves” donated tons of artwork that I can use to get the project started. That’s the kind of stuff that..

Gran’s 90th

…New England my uncle oversees that shit. Yeah that means literally nothing. The power of anchovies compels you…