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I spent the past 3 days in bed. health...it's novelty to me most of the time, like finding airplane parts in your frontyard.

everyone is sharing such beautiful music. please, for the love of god, don't look at me like that...keeping horrific details to myself this week, they aren't beautiful but only leave me sick and anxious and worrysome. we make our ugliest journeys all alone i think.

i must say, i have ways about me, and they resist weakness... i make reservations in separete arterial chambers.

"I am friends with 12,000 semi-carcinogenic vampire salmon. I brush my teeth with gasoline. I polish the doorknobs with fish slime on winter evenings. I can induce vomiting fits in cows. I invented latex and first used it to gag muskrats. I fill my pockets with lead marbles to keep the room quiet. I bred a cactus with 49 muscles. I drank Greek coffee with the man from the TV show. His was poisoned. I didn't tell him."- yours truly scribbled this on the floor of her closet months ago and forgot all about it until today, what an..odd suprise. I'm a fuckin' genius.
Suddenly in a really bad mood...I am going to go outside now and look at things and hate them.