For some reason, I said #TickClock
, instead of #TickTock
. I like it though. Also, after complaining about the #clock
, I realized I could take it down and pull out the battery. So, I gutted the clock with #glee
Still the sound of my neighbor’s TV is droning into my steaming bed chamber of #secrets
and their public revelation. #GoogleProtectsSexualPredators
I say steaming, not streaming because I don’t like the AC because #4645Boricuas
live in my heart, and this particular unit is old, moody, and rattling, like bones of #divination
Also I can’t really #stream
stuff here. No #Wifi
, low data. I wish I were near a stream as in a río or river.
Instead, I’m here, going #DearDiary
because that seems a good #DataPlan
leadership, and I like to engage in #OverSharing
because hackers seem to like to hoard my stuff, just like @google
, which protects sexual predators and must stop that shit.
I’m being LOUD and a #QueenBitch
because I’ve suffered this crap for four years and silent #sufrimiento
or kind, loving engagement #DIDNOTHING
I’m also engaging in public whining because I can make out the words of the TV #NextDoor
if I listen closely, and it has been like this for two hours. I slept from 9-11:30, woke up to pee, heard all the #buzzes
and ticks and beeps and #drones
and can’t fall back asleep under these terms of service.
Outside, the #coquís
are being overpowered by the hum of power lines and another neighbor’s radio.
All I can do it imagine a #CordCutting
ceremony that returns us to the #SacredFeminine
of natural, seasonal rhythms. #QuintoSol