1 star, I didn't get what you meant. Were you trying to communicate something...?
I'm a feisty one, aren't I. OIM'A LITTA' WHIPPEHSNAPPEH
In all seriousness, though: grinding your teeth into a pulp...I've clenched my jaw so much, I'm pretty sure that's the reason the roots on a lot of my teeth are exposed -- pressed them so hard, the gumlines've nearly receded all the way.
With that in mind, I can definitely relate to being 'toothless' -- and what are all those swirling thoughts but emotions running around like crazy children, shouting all sorts of senseless banter, with no parent to guide them?
Lies -- that's exactly what they feel like. They express everything but the truth, though they desperately want the truth -- subconsciously, anyway -- in that they want the screaming to stop. Make the thoughts stop. Give them something comfortable to hold onto. Give them something to go with...just make them stop. Enough with the lies. Enough with the tooth grinding. But of course, it just keeps going, and before you know it, you don't have any teeth left, and you're 'sipping on thin gruel in the morning.'
Funny thing, I was thinking of writing something like this too today, because I feel the same way: it's so fucking frustrating to sit there with absolutely no way to express what's inside your head. No form to express it in, no one to tell anything to -- locked in your own heart, your own mind, your own questionings of the soul -- it's like you're in an interrogation room losing your mind as this amorphous figure is beating you ragged asking you WHAT'S THE ANSWER WHAT'S THE ANSWER WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY
And you have a lot to say -- that is, you have too much to say, and your brain is just a storm.
Brainstorming? Fuck that. You know what? Blame it on the school systems, and maybe you can write or draw or do some other satirical thing. Or just make a joke in your head about it. Humor is definitely a good way to clear up fog/smog/aljreo33jlajfoariljeladjfj spaghetti waffles.
With butter. And olive oil now. Because olive oil can go with spaghetti, but should be kept away from waffles. Which is just perfect, because spaghetti waffles ..........."BRAIN HAS PERFORMED AN ILLEGAL OPERATION AND WILL BE SHUT DOWN"
I enjoyed this. Very much so. Your work is full of a humanity that undoubtedly shines forth to anyone who can relate....and reading this helped me, by the way, so yes...thanks for sharing.
Comments on "Toothless"
1 star, I didn't get what you meant. Were you trying to communicate something...?
I'm a feisty one, aren't I. OIM'A LITTA' WHIPPEHSNAPPEH
In all seriousness, though: grinding your teeth into a pulp...I've clenched my jaw so much, I'm pretty sure that's the reason the roots on a lot of my teeth are exposed -- pressed them so hard, the gumlines've nearly receded all the way.
With that in mind, I can definitely relate to being 'toothless' -- and what are all those swirling thoughts but emotions running around like crazy children, shouting all sorts of senseless banter, with no parent to guide them?
Lies -- that's exactly what they feel like. They express everything but the truth, though they desperately want the truth -- subconsciously, anyway -- in that they want the screaming to stop. Make the thoughts stop. Give them something comfortable to hold onto. Give them something to go with...just make them stop. Enough with the lies. Enough with the tooth grinding. But of course, it just keeps going, and before you know it, you don't have any teeth left, and you're 'sipping on thin gruel in the morning.'
Funny thing, I was thinking of writing something like this too today, because I feel the same way: it's so fucking frustrating to sit there with absolutely no way to express what's inside your head. No form to express it in, no one to tell anything to -- locked in your own heart, your own mind, your own questionings of the soul -- it's like you're in an interrogation room losing your mind as this amorphous figure is beating you ragged asking you WHAT'S THE ANSWER WHAT'S THE ANSWER WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY
And you have a lot to say -- that is, you have too much to say, and your brain is just a storm.
Brainstorming? Fuck that. You know what? Blame it on the school systems, and maybe you can write or draw or do some other satirical thing. Or just make a joke in your head about it. Humor is definitely a good way to clear up fog/smog/aljreo33jlajfoariljeladjfj spaghetti waffles.
With butter. And olive oil now. Because olive oil can go with spaghetti, but should be kept away from waffles. Which is just perfect, because spaghetti waffles ..........."BRAIN HAS PERFORMED AN ILLEGAL OPERATION AND WILL BE SHUT DOWN"
I enjoyed this. Very much so. Your work is full of a humanity that undoubtedly shines forth to anyone who can relate....and reading this helped me, by the way, so yes...thanks for sharing.
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