Articles from Harrangue Man
I was severely constipated and could not sleep after I woke at one thirty am until three or later. I redid my hot water bottle twice and munged more meds until sleep won over pain. Then "NIGHTMARES! NIGHTMARES! NIGHTMARES!" until waking. I was at least able to go after a false start. The after glow of pain is still firing through my system, from my abdomen and my head. No one in pain has good dreams unless their pain is so well managed that they punch through to the other side and bliss.
In the one moment within a dozen feet of me I had three types of bird life around. Some of the chickens were trying broccoli bits, the magpies were chasing the parrots. The only ones who gave a shit about me as a being worth knowing were the chickens who did not like the broccoli bits and were pissed off.That's a lot of avians for one small Mikey; lucky I'm not Tippie Hedren.
It's a fact that if you're the cause of the noise that you're less likely to cook off your startle reflex, the onset of fight flight when a sudden loud noise happens. When I'm in a good mood I sometimes sing and sing loudly just because. It's normal. Many people do it. theboy's been learning to sing and play "Rocking Robin", a go to standard in primary school when teaching the basics of music.
I had abraided layers of skin across the middle of my sole with exposed new or gouged inner layers left open. To arrest my attempts at picking foot skin we put heel balm on.There's a line on the back of the tube about stinging---see header---but I didn't read it. So when it was applied it was spread richly over the entire craters of both feet. I thought the stinging would die down but it sped up.
It's gotten harder as I've aged to maintain a daily hour of exercise as rigid as an exercise bike on medium resistance. Some days I ride the BYB instead, some days I have to have off. The 18-chain-put-back-on on efforts with the BYB with sumo wrestler like squatting as I faced off with PTSD V sprocket und chain meant strained thighs and my body says to take a day of rest.
My friend ___ was bullied out of a full-time position and forced to take a non-ongoing transfer at level. He did it for his health recognising it was happening to him again—having been bullied out of a different job in another fucking state. The end of his non-ongoing was nigh but he just locked in a transfer to another organisation to a full-time position at level. He gets a new start and away from the same insane crap we experienced.
I was playing the Talisman Ap game with the City expansion and had the Warrior armed with two stilettos. I landed on the AI Assassin who had one life and double stabbed him since the W can use two weapons at once.
I don't get the appeal of the penis but that's okay, there are plenty of people that do. But if you do happen to see one in go mode typically you see it from above or to the side.
I didn't get to sleep before five and when I did it was all mare of night. Because I cannot have good dreams; they were stolen from me.It's fucked, that's all there is to it. I couldn't sleep because of rage at a life I did not get and the one I got in its place. Every aspect of my life has been affected by my odd appearance with reduced capability and weird personality---the first I didn't choose, the latter afflicted by the former. Perhaps I am not a man because I never was.