The Tormented Mind – 6 – The End.
I once read a story; in that story, there was a man who wrote a message on some toilet paper. This tale was set in...
The Tormented Mind – 5 – I don’t not believe you…
“Hello,” a voice said. The voice belonged to the woman I had spoken to and helped at the store. Why, indeed how, we had ended...
The Tormented Mind – 4 – Pulling The Strings.
And finally, in week two of April, we are back to some kind of normality. I wrote about good things being in the shadow of...
The Tormented Mind – 3 – The Party.
I have to write something different. Lockdowns are an affront to my needs and desires. I have many things that I want to do but...
The Tormented Mind – 2 – The Cracking Of Lies.
Okay, so what weirdo pulled the global pandemic from the hat of shitshows? I mean, for Christ’s sake, of all the things I see, I...
The Tormented Mind – 1 – Strings and things.
I never wanted to do therapy. We should be clear on that point before we begin. I tell you this not because I am sane,...
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