there's just some ridiculous person in my mind telling me when to go and what to say and how to do.
i feel like I'm unraveling like a bowl of spaghetti into the mouth of scott conant- i don't have the bite or the firmness required right now, and the resolve is limper than a dead dog's dick. my mind is running in loops and pacing crazily to a staggering, leaping, drunken finish with plenty of bravado. my mind is a circus clown. my mind is a feeding frenzy. my mind is a wasteland of an electric carnival in the searing heat of day. breathing water into your lungs, deluged in confusion and unnecessary emotions that are slowly recognized and coughed out in curt spats.
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