OH fucking shit it's just another splendid turmoil. Conform, compress, convalesce. Now that life isn't fucked up, shell-shocked, critical condition...I don't know wtf to do with myself. Even another sordid erection just seems like another erection. Anhedonia and I just don't care.
thursday:
meat meat meat
cheshire:
...even rituals with great meaning behind them become nothing more than a ritual...