Chapter II: The Abyss is Eternal !

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lots of shit... no need going into it i guess

mostly my fat body is gross and i need to lose weight

but also very tired and no energy :(
Everything Negative comes something Positive.. Think positive whatever it is.. I feel like complete shit some days too... I know what "Feeling like Shit" is
 
lots of shit... no need going into it i guess

mostly my fat body is gross and i need to lose weight

but also very tired and no energy :(
Well don't be hard on yourself babe, you've been locked up in your house for how long now? And weren't you really sick? It takes time to recover from that. Just start small, baby steps. Drink more water, drink light beer, skip junk food sometimes. You'll get there
 
It's 100% unintentional I would just take benzos and be a good boy BUT SOCIETY HAS SHUT DOWN AND I WANT REVENGEeeeee

DJT IS A NATIONAL TRAITOR AND I WANT TO CUM BLOOD

on the television
live
while shady's fox gets an erection watching the splashes on Melania
as she rearranges her pantyhose

I NEED MEDS and I DON'T WANT HYDROXYCHLOROQUINE [screams]

I've been screaming a lot and I'm pretty sure a lot of ppl are very angry w/ me

IF I WAS A TOTALITARIAN NATION I WOULD MAIL BENZO SCRIPTS TO EVERYONE FOR THE DURATION OF THE LOCKDOWN I WOULD BE LURVED ACROSS THE LAND

TAKE UR LIBERTY OR UR MEDICINE IDGAF I KNOW WHAT YA'LL GONNA CHOOSE

and instead THE CORONAVIRUS keeps travelling @ the speed of light I'm probably an asymptomatic carrier and have probably BAT FLU'd too many ppl

no meds
no relief
no money
no food
my womb is barren and i want revenge

MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS
do NOT take with ANTIHISTAMINES
the cure is worse than the memes

some1 help MEEEeeeeeeee [cries]

I don't get existential panic but I do start planning ways out of the coil if that makes sense



I can't respect ppl who believe in Jesus Christ because that shit is whack and you think billions of prayers denied means nonexistence and ppl still cling to their existence like a jizz rag

while I'm rolling in the dirt grave, gurning... waiting for the high to end...

I can't respect atheists who believe in free will because they believe in a world where they're still talking to a ghost in the wind... this is part of the program, the script... the engineer at the helm forgot to return function to more benzos and I'm ignoring the codas as I'm pounding down black coffee ... creamer is like a condom for the flavor of the coffee bean ... sometimes i dream people are trying to kill me and i'm almost disappointed when i wake up alive because i have to return to the banal chase sooner or later ... terrified to never reach the climax where the object of desire kills me ... i am the whole and i have found what I love and I am letting it kill me ... last night I dreamed a lot about injecting drugs as the specter of death will never leave me I am confronted with the identity of death or satan and the repulsion of self hatred combined with revulsion of the ignominy of life itself ... I can't respect myself because I'm not an agent I am an object ... an object in a sea of objects, the mechanical interfaces of everything breaking down ... one gadget at a time malfunctioning softly and breaking down into smaller reusable parts ... the inelasticity of time snaps me back to the moment and my pain is gone ... no prayers were answered but an iteration was abandoned or destroyed ... when all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed ...


 
Well don't be hard on yourself babe, you've been locked up in your house for how long now? And weren't you really sick? It takes time to recover from that. Just start small, baby steps. Drink more water, drink light beer, skip junk food sometimes. You'll get there
I was sick a bunch yes am better now, have been for a while.

I get out a little but am sick of it.

I am also running out of THC and am very upset about that.
 
1000$ question.... How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? Answer wisely..
 
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