Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

plastered

Patterns of thought.

One day, last week, I wasn't able to take my adderall until almost 3pm.  There was a mix-up at the pharmacy that took time to resolve.  The inability to control my thoughts proved astonishing.  I was soon in a near panic, craving the orange capsules that would restore my sanity. 

I spent forty-two years in that storm.  It is astounding that I managed to accomplish anything.

Speaking of which, I really should take my drugs before the madness returns to take the reins away.  Ah, that's the stuff.

Malinov

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