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Could a heart attack, a tearful Mariah Carey lament or a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown be in the cards for your humble narrator? I hav pushed myself far beyond all reasonable boundaries. I don't sleep anymore, but somehow I manage to keep LIVING. Weaker then stronger! Plateaus and valleys. My mind is getting sucked out through my ear canal by a noise vacuum... if feels like some fucker turned the reverb all the way up in my skull. Drip drop teardrop. It feels like the past 2.5 days have been this churning miasma of mental goo. Have YOU ever seen a man eat his own head? What the fuck am I gonna do, planet earth? Plus minus, the choice is yours...
"What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are INVITED!"
"And you... what the fuck is YOUR name?"
I get so tired I become not tired anymore!
THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER!
I might say something funny!
I'm going to be at school until 10 PM! CAN I JUST DIE for a couple hours? I spend every waking second trying to be creative! A lot of good that does. I can't even tell what is clean medical reality right now! FUCK!!!!
"What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are INVITED!"
"And you... what the fuck is YOUR name?"
I get so tired I become not tired anymore!
THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER!
I might say something funny!
I'm going to be at school until 10 PM! CAN I JUST DIE for a couple hours? I spend every waking second trying to be creative! A lot of good that does. I can't even tell what is clean medical reality right now! FUCK!!!!