HIV, Tuberculosis, Giardia and Hepatitis

Here I am, I spent the weekend emerged in pestilence, now write the clinical dissection of domestic violence while grooving to Erykah Badu. I'm aching (OCD, stress, ovulation, the perils of foolish love). Well, my soul is raw, I describe in maps of nerve deficiency a woman's battery, and in protein electron polarity, the ravage of AIDS. What is required to proceed: a tolerance for contradiction, an embrace of the nonlinear.