grope and cope

The Bipolarities of Bipolar2

…the bipolarities of bipolar2 means the investiture of happy sad happy sad happy sad…means the cyclic nucleic acidic gentrification of my sadness…and the entropic dystopic myopic envisioning of my happiness…sorta’ rolla’ coasta’ o’ love hate love hate love hate love sorta’ like sorta’ dislike back to happy sad happy sad love hate and rolla’ coasta’ sum’ mo’…it gives me the heebies and the jeebies all at once in a confluence of cortisol and endorphins as a raging tsunami of yin ‘n yang alla’ tha’ time…now and then now and then now and then since i was a kid and now as an adult now and then alla’ tha’ time…and so i cope and grope and cope and grope and cope and grope…and live to see another day…until i don’t…until then let us place our shoulders to our boulders and push upward towards the heights…

What I’m Reading:

“I am living since the year began in a great mental chaos, feral as an unmade bed … there is no one who can help me unpack the suitcases in my brain.”

— Sandra Cisneros / from Lit Hub’s “The Craft of Writing”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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