shame on me.
I haven't had the chance to sit down and speak my mind, but considering the situation, you already know the sort of horrific garbage i'm going through. been right up on the edge of oblivion for a little while, as I had my arm twisted by horrors i certainly cannot comprehend. some I can, i guess, but this is getting weird even by terrence mckenna standards. in a few weeks ive lost almost all my friends, my self respect, the sanctity of my spirit. im just waiting around for the wrecking ball at this point, and trying to have a little courage to keep my character resonant, or like, you know, whatever.
the enemy within: how psyops ruined my love life.
im in pretty bad shape really. i was talking to that one friend, and saw that ... alright, thought stealing! must have been a pretty good one, so, there's that
I don't know. I'm psychicly capable of surviving the walk of shame as your entire life, but the thing I've endured is being put way way low on the totem pole, under stuff like richard goldberg and company, and people who no mothra could love.
i think about it. i have this going on, and some of them cats are drinking mai thais in swizzlerland or whatever amazing world we live in. i just want my noise, and to live, but im so teeter totter weeble wobble lately that I am not sure about myself, or the future, or if im going to survive the harships at hand.
so, anyway, thank you for not exactly leaving. im sorry you have to watch this. i care about you a lot, and im glad you're there, even as if somebody with an insect in a jar or whatever. but, like i said, i really do care, and i hope you're alright, and... I saw my one dear friend die recently, and where he had worked so hard, he was quietly.
yes, yes, the point of all this: could you tell little hobbit-com direct secret sauce 11:11 777