...with no words to adequately express them.
I wish I could unscrew my head and poke around inside to make sure everything is properly connected, perhaps reroute and reconnect a few wires, lay down a delicate drop of solder here and there to complete circuits that aren't working well.
I should send it back to the factory, really. There's that big yellow tag to be concerned with: Warning -- do not open this case! No user-serviceable components inside!
Nothing is working right tonight. Not my head, not my life.
Pressure, pressure, pressure. And no place, no way, to vent it that I can find.
I dread the moment when the fragile confines of my skull can no longer contain the pressure.
It's coming. Though some are new to me, I can easily recognize -- and feel -- the unmistakable signs.
15 hours ago
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If we were to bump into one another it could be a deadly explosion which might take out a city block or two.
Maybe that's what the world needs, HarpO! Or at least a couple of specific locations do....
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