Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: Addiction
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IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helped…
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“if I didn’t leave Palm City that day, I wouldn’t live another…”
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Oh, Woe! To the Earth and the Sea! Oh, my. So much going on in the world today. So many sad stories, War and pain all around us. It can feel so… HEAVY. and it is. I feel it, the weight of this life… It’s not killing me today, though. Not like it used to…
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oh so WHITE AND SHINY… Waiting for my pen, for my brush. I just cant stand the barrenness of it, stretching of into the infinite distance, saying nothing. I cant sit in silence either, in a social setting. I would be awful in an interrogation, babbling mindlessly- wait… not mindlessly. I do get chatty, but…
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There are months when I sail along. Then there was April. Ouch. Bipolar Disorder has a whole bag of tricks it can put to use on me, it used all of them. I let myself believe I didn’t need more than 3 hours sleep per night. In fact, thot I, I don’t need to sleep…
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and The “Salvator” Mommy . (And THE LAVENDER CAT!) Being still is very difficult for me mentally. Having a racing mind is the natural state of being for me, anything else is alien and uncomfortable. If I’m flitting about inside I can leap away from my disturbing thoughts as soon as they appear- it’s a…
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“I will flay myself alive…peeling off each layer to offer up to the powers that be…”
Out of the Gutter Art 