Repost of Dr. Jessica Ware over on Bluesky;
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coyote sing along hour, gruesome
my girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
her husband was a railroad man
an' about a mile from here
his HEAD was found in the drivin' wheel
but his body never was found
Guess that point about self hate merits clarification; all the above (lack of resources, trapped with seemingly unending tasks instead, crap self worth etc) can all FEEL like monolithic objective reality (low intensity, nigh constant frequency), but literally being TOLD that (relatively infrequent, high intensity) really cemented it, inside my mind.
This big nearly impossible to challenge circle of CPTSD/ADHD issues. LITERALLY impossible to challenge with no real down time and actual negatives or just hypervigilence. And, so incidental/artifactual (the big constant is everyone, me included, wanting what most conveniences US) the simplest (therefore ONLY when constantly strapped for emotional resources) pattern matching is self loathing I was literally taught (and also directed anger inwards, distracted, etc).
What a fucking mess!
This morning I’m re-re-realizing how interconnected childhood was. I never get enough time or money for MY stuff <=> endless uncompelling tasks, stuck in someone else’s places/schedules are more important <=> I fuck up and it’s this horrible thing to be punished <=> needing to focus intensely on tasks or punishment keeps me from thinking of a long term <=> officially good people get time and money/support to do their stuff <=> endless tasks with infrequent/arbitrary/short term if any reward <=>
coyote sing along hour
I was there with my feet nailed down
and my head moving the speed of sound
in a dream I was caught in a maze
and I couldn't find my way back home
some were born to move mountains around and some to rot away in jail
I got an itch, and when I am scratchin'
everything can go to hell
and how far is halfway there?
I didn't see you on the trail
I've almost become good enough
should the good life be so hard won?
is this what our dreams have become?
sometimes when you shoot an arrow it can fly across the sky so proud
I would go all the way to the sun if I didn't have to come back down
[chorus]
you got a car and somewhere to sleep?
someone to love you, something to eat?
I would say you're doin' better than most
but maybe not as good as some
[chorus]
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.