I want to talk to someone, but talking doesn't do shit if there's no results.  Fuck big speeches.

Fuck the world and the orbit it's in.

I'm:

Angry.

Horny.

Talk to me?  Only if you're brave enough to deal with 5+ years of deprivation.

No end in sight.

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Sorry for all the shit
sorry for all that
sorry
indulge me

Rose Meditation (rough draft)

Rose Meditation (rough)

Root - Dark Red Rose

Sacral - American Beauty Red Rose

Solar Plexus - Tropicana Rose

Heart - Pink Rose (medium to light pink)

Throat - Peace Rose

Third Eye - Blue Rose (lavendar/blue)

Crown - White Rose

Pictures at a later date.

What I really, truly need now is a comfortable, quiet place without news. 

Well now.  Got a phone call at 4 am this morning.  Ls' girlfriend, who is visiting from Colorado, flipped out - talking to herself, crying, screaming, pounding the walls.  Don't know what set her off.  O (one of her roomies) didn't tell Louis she'd had previous psychotic episodes.

P went over to Ls' to calm L down and to help L get C to the hospital.  Hospital wouldn't take her; she's no danger to anyone else or to herself.  (Like hell she isn't; L said he had never been so afraid of falling asleep in his own bed.)  At last report, they took Courtney to RYH.  Hope they will take her and stabilize her.  After that, I don't know what will come of it, whether L will drive her back to Colorado Springs, or if he'll have someone else do it.

In any case, words will be said.  Head (probably O's) will roll.

In the meantime, P is in a world of hurt, and I am without a van to get to work, or to get F to work.  I have the day off (not good), and B will be taking F to work.

Oh, mercy.