sometimes i pray...

I love you








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I'm at my mom's house, of healing and respite... and coming back up in life and all things holy n shit, what's new~

hahahh

ahhhhh

paranoid-deluisional manic-depressive bipolar-schizophrenic with a tinge of megalomania? how about
mass medication of the public under the guise of an illegal drug war~! saudi-araytheon, united-arab-amerifats, and euniche-ass chinks in the leash of industrialized truth called 'progress' in our time~?
death of these epehemeral non(taxable)entities, interest you?

then game on, niggaro-san~! carry hey rah c

death upon me

It gets quiet alluva sudden as soon as I start opening my blog...


I've been living with a ridiculous amount of possibility passing through my head, every day. Hah even just now, the first 'earringing' occurs that I've felt today...

Middle name Henry, indeed. No excuse for this electromagnetic inductance-capacitance slavery that passes through all our asses and right over our heads. 

There's so muc I can do, but not with this baseline constantly slipping lower and lower beneath me. And once firm footing is obtained, even that is taxed, even that shallow certainty is attacked... 

 It feels like a cold winter, on top of the air being heavier than before.

Living amongst tweakers and true hope-fiends, indeed... corporate  slaves and wannabe-beourgeoisie.

got a biting infection or something in my left chest... its heavy and i feel it every time i inhale.