I took three teaspoons of Elixer of the Gods.

They'll be coming for me soon.

I fucking love these.

Legality is relative.

I ordered shredded motivation, but they didn't have any ketchup.

So I left without eating or paying a tip.

Alice in Wonderland is every philosophy in one fucking book.
I want to do something about this.

Hm. Nothing to do but burn it, I guess.

The emotions are overwhelming, sitting here listening to White Rabbit and dripping words over my nerves.
Feed your head. Feed your head.

Those Dutch classes might be worth looking into, you know.

P.S.- Don't forget the smack when you die.

There's something about this half-silence in my head.
No one is showing me how to forget words. And that metallic cherry pinprick has all but disappeared.
Do you even remember anymore?
Anything?
Anyone?

Anyone?

...anyone?

Sugar pills.

I don't want to sleep anymore. There's too much to do.
application application application
critique.
I think something's getting to me.
Or maybe I'm getting to something.

My eyelids are burning.

So my imagination cut it's hair. But only until about the age of twelve.

Everything's blurring together. And I don't know what to see.