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​”Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

Oh, you don’t need to remind me of that, Father. I never forget it. And I’ve tried so hard to. I’d be a better, healthier, happier person if only I could forget that everything is dust.

*

None of my psychiatrists
have ever heard of St Dymphna,
and that annoys me
far more than it ought to.
(Sometimes I wear her around my neck on a silver string
but it seems she’s still not close enough to hear me clearly,
screaming)

*

I’m giving up illegal drugs for Lent.

“Remember that cocaine is dust, and to cocaine you shall return, but not until Easter.”

*

I am difficult but I am loved
& I shall buy my own fucking flowers,
thanks.

 

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