11:10am

[tectak]

I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

Yippeeee! A GESTALT at last.
I am pissed off
my heart has been gored.
I will eat.
I will think about eating.
I feel better already.

I would like to see more of these Fiona Neural Nets. They make me feel normal. Also, they are bloody imposible to crit unless you mix up "silver service" with "silver platter". Who gives a damm anyway.
Best,
tectak