nu uh. trust me, i don't even want to share.

i'm curious to see if i can write beyond the point of my amnesia. this has worked for others, i understand. i'm currently rooting my way through probably thousands of pictures from the past ten years to see if i can do anything with any of them or if they're all just fucking taking up space on my ever shrinking hard drive.

i know it's the only thing i have in my room and i don't want to leave for fear of running into other people, but sciencedamn, do i really have to keep downing pills with whiskey? it's going to put me off the stuff. all of it.

you know you're in trouble when going back to the most insane time in your life sounds (even momentarily) like a good idea. serious.

it's breaching the meninges now and everything's slowing down. not bad. come hallucinations, come.

jesus christ i can stay awake on massive opiates - are you kidding me?

head's getting slower, music hitting harder and more overpowering in the way it's about to take me.
getting heavier now. sinking into heavy mud over layers of thin cardboard giving way.

/me is dancing to _fantastic voyage_
187 with my dick in your mouth.
i probably shouldn't keep this many bawls in the air.

head now heavy and nauseous and sounds are dis-integrating as individual parts slide out and wrap around back and behind me. sleep so tempting. brighter screens poking painfully into my eyeballs.

all this AND 23 more nights.

interesting. a little tiny bit of hallucination just over there for a second. or was that just me?

SO many stupid pictures. come on people.
sleepie time is coming to get me now.