IT DOESN'T MATTER
My long letters ruin friendships.
It doesn't matter whether they're overly positive
or overly negative or a juxtaposition of both.
No matter how I look at it, I'm overly over
the top, convoluted, contradictory, another
repetitive force field. Another sign that it's very hard
to handle this conflagration.
I guess I could snap my own neck
into another bail of flaming hay seed
and see where that leads.