I’ve always been mad about something else.

Everything’s trauma. (“Ego exists.”) Everything takes away from the center

O caught up in rule-governed mechanics!

Who is there to tell no one cares when no one does
You’re a mess, honey.
                                           — Touch of Evil

Something came up.

Little, no, nothing. There’s so small

an exchange to transact, no product, only

exhibitionist’s subtopics, within the power den,

proving repeated effort draws pleasure.