Posted by Krazy Kat on September 19, 2001, at 9:14:25
In reply to human bean, posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
> there is distant squeal of high pitched drills finishing new migrant housing next to my trailer park and the screetching sounds like the cry of an animal or little child and my hands are shaking and I cannot settle, and I am agitated and I hurt and confuse.
=== This reminds me of the squeals of the poor little piggies at the county fair before the had to race each other...The music is loud to drown out the distant but near confusion of high pitched penatrating mechanical cry.
=== It's raping the landscape so to speak?
Cry, I wish I could cry, I wish I could go away, I wish I could I wish I could.
=== Oh, Susan, I so often wish this, and dream of riding in the desert in New Mexico, or driving through in a pick up to somewhere, alone, blissfully alone.
Hours of cleaning out old bottles in the bathroom uncovered old plans, childproofing a house 22 years ago. Stopping having dinner with neighbors because one neighbor asked another who has a young child, who needs childproof house and he runs around, oh doesnt this remind you of when our boys were young? and I can barely smile. I can sit and ask stilted questions, but when the mother swats the child and the father forces food through his mouth. I cant deal with it.
=== I think we have over-sensitive qualities, we crazy ones...
I am a lone I am a human bean, my back hurts, I need some wine with my cheese, I would like to get drunk, or disappear, but I already have and now there is nowhere but here. Maybe this is why there are padded silent rooms? I am trying to communicate. Are you there? I am trying to make sense. I am crying.
=== Crying is good. It's when you can't cry, I think, that it is worse.
So sorry, you're sad. I see you're rapid cycling piece as well.
What else is going on with the meds/life?
- K.
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