psycho pickle jar
fell off a trick stool
oh lordy is it dead yet?
those stitches look bad
little queen of hearts caught on fire
failing college
pneumonia
creepy blue light
wandering naked
sharks
divorce
that’s a lot of blood
foreclosure
brown recluse infestation
phone in the pool
my teeth! my teeth!
cannibal watching my baby
stole a van, suicidal pedestrian oops
jail is worse than I thought
did you see that? what the hell?
ears ringing
why am I in a graveyard?
empty hole, it’s a metaphor
banging on the window
otif
arc of the covenant face melting
— these thoughts invade sleep and other intersecting states