this is a VENT SESSION/freewrite

hit me out of no where and i decided to still change my mood after all that this was built for, and now I'm shining shoes, stuck on the lower deck with all the other people with actual respect for being. what is being, how many places can we exist at one time in at any one time.

clouded thoughts as usual. some things scrape me into believing i've completely lost the will to keep my life floating. that purple turquoise glow under your pillow while you sleep. thats me, and yes i do masturbate over you while you are sleeping.