i wish muted senses and unrecoverable ennui on all of you.
it is the least i can do to help you relate.
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"My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire."
Nausea (pps 135-6)
still in:
lexie:
I have a burnt cock cookie with your name all over it.