Yay, finally the luxury of a panic attack.
I grew a blubber like buoy again.
Vacation atop SS Depression,
waddling aboard reading wiki pages voraciously,
the French translation of everything.

Dread du jour, j’ai voudrais pas ça,

This menu handed to me by joking fates.
Yet everything before today,
are lego steps I actively built to reach this
strange foggy Bermuda triangle place:
my life right now.
I can be candid about the details,
but Sexton did it first and I’m Pinay
and poor, no whine for that cheese
like they say just as well
my Canadian side favours peace.

Still a cruise, even to nowhere.
One’s tragedy is another one’s wish.

06/06/2025

Posted on 06/06/2025
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