2016-09-15 at 11:33 AM UTC
manic levels of depression are onset.
no escape. life suffocates. deprived of nutrients I must operate at the most basic levels.
my water is not natural but floridated. my food is not natural but partially homogenized. my interactions are not natural but parroting.
I will die in many years. but will any of the hours between then and now hold significance? to the world? to myself?
I will die in many years. but living is just wasting time.
all fades to black. sleep brings no dreams. As it should be.
but dreams now come. please stop the dreams.
the dreams are killing me. sleep should be utter darkness. a black and vacant void. filled with nothing but nothing until one awakes.
but the dreams have begun. dreams not of bad things. but dreams nonetheless. remnants of waking consciousness.
dreams interrupt my dark and vacant void. the only peace I ever knew.
Please stop the dreams.
2016-09-15 at 5:25 PM UTC
In my dreams you are all sexy females that smoke and cook meth with me.
2016-09-15 at 5:45 PM UTC
; Sips coffee, snaps fingers 3 times. Then replies; what an insight into your dark and tortured soul, my lost wandering friend. ; Sips coffee again.
2016-09-15 at 7:37 PM UTC
We'll figure it out somehow.
2016-09-16 at 7:56 AM UTC
3 edges triangle∆, die you xylophone
2016-09-16 at 9:04 AM UTC
"Pull out a glockenspiel"
I guess if it's from your car trunk or whatever. I was initially thinking your pocket.
2016-09-16 at 9:07 AM UTC
Well i was gonna wear a trench coat and have like 4 different choices when I open it up.