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Perhaps the focus on putting out itself is damning me, have I eaten enough for it

M sure the only reason I’ve been able to keep myself from flying off the rails in throes of mania is because I’ve been appropriately dosing myself. But truly such a big change is inducing all sorts of odd experiences. Part of me thinks the next warm breeze I feel will dissolve my atoms and scatter them in new places. I am so confused sometimes. I forget why I get confused.

If there’s anyone who’s going to make it it’s you if there’s anyone who’s going to die it’s you

WE MIGHT ONLY GET TO DO THIS ONCE! IT’S JUST FOR NOW. I LOVE YOU. THERE’S NO TIME FOR ME TO WASTE WITHOUT FEELING IT SOMEWHERE, LIKE A MIGRATORY ANIMAL.

The heat is causing me upsetting symptoms

Okay— when it comes time for me to go out and trudge, I do not want to be consoled so much as I want to see you try, it annoys me to be told about future sunrises, but I want to see how you feel about it. I like to know what lies you’re willing to tell, if it is one. That’s what my time on earth is for

As soon as I’m allowed to want things it’s over for the rest of you

Become transient; nothing is owned. I feel no grief at the slow severance. Wet pop. Fall forward happily cushioned by impermanence