Being here with a swollen head, with 10 thousand beats per seconds, at times the mind tires. I think that for the first time I have perceived an idiotic advice, for a logical answer, "stop thinking, at times it helps your brain". I think I have achieved the perfect means to try to lower my blood pressure, the same one that rises catastrophic when we reach a pleasant orgasm.
Drowning the guilt of guilt would alleviate my certainty of being. Drowning in alcohol helps measure stupidity in meat. Drowning in your vomit for not knowing how to channel earthly emotions. The most human side of saying "I am".
Two weeks with the same blanket, it is necessary to leave them. Monsters are recorded under my bed, whispering potions to live near my ear. Wanting to leave a path of water so that future can rejoice in the channel, very few will quench their thirst.
White hands are the richest, says an idiot plugged into an outlet.
