conversations
with myself.
unfortunately,
out loud.
short ones, though.
small outbursts with cursing.
i try to keep
quiet when others are
around,
but my filter is weakening.
i'm becoming the rude
old man
i've always admired, not
afraid to say anything,
anytime, or anywhere,
to anyone.
it's a wonderful
thing.
this frontal lobe
dysfunction.
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