4 October

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Our concept of lines are very different,

although both can land us in therapy if we're not careful.

Your lines are a clash of snow and metal.

My lines are a clash of my restless brain and my restless fingers.

Your lines mess with your brain.

My lines mess with other people's brains.

Your lines are the "causes" section of the addiction pamphlet in stuffy doctor's offices miles out from your home.

My lines are the "solutions" section.

Your lines aren't always an exact line.

My lines team up with computer systems to ensure that they are.

Your lines are a coping method.

My lines are a better one.

Your lines reserve a spot for you in the headlines of a rich white people magazine (how good it feels to be a hoodlum in their gaze).

My lines reserve a spot for me in a film adaptation.

Your lines doomed your career.

My lines are my career.

Your lines killed you at adulthood.

My lines saved me for adulthood.