Just hit play on whatever device has the deepest bass on it. I would never fuck around about a track so nasty. Listen, it’s on my Riffs right now, and this is like loop 62 on it. I don’t know, I lost count, really.
You know how you’re having one of those times, when you’re just in your head. Not on purpose, but not purposely trying to leave it either. That’s me, tonight. And then this shit came on.
It’s like it just looks for you sometimes. I know factually, every ghost in my head has at least an Airtag on my Kate Spade, and I really feel it right now.
Oddly enough, I’m not even bothered. I think it’s about time someone crawled around up here and got some of this shit cleaned up. It’s disorganized fuckery, and absolutely no wonder I can’t seem to get my shit together.
Look at my clusterfucked brainium. Nothing is labeled, some of this shit is handwritten poetry I know factually was there before 1997. Who made this fucking mess anyway?
Christ.
Get your shit together.
I thought about putting everything in the appropriate files, but I sat down to sort this nonsense out, and now I’m just cross-legged on the floor with some shit that feels like bullet wounds, and some shit that feels like memories, and they are one and the fucking same in here.
I really gotta get this fucking book done. It’s like, every night I pack up a bag and go back to the place that is wounded the deepest and I light a fire there. Throw some stakes out, get in my hammock and just wait for shit to get real fucking creepy.
I’m out here haunting my damned self.
Laid it to rest, my ass. Psssh. I can’t even open my own fucking files. Everything there is an instrument of torture. Racking myself every night for fun, for the sheer process now, I think, because it doesn’t even make me scream anymore. It’s just another one of my mental gymnastics meets. Don’t forget to stretch afterward, all that other shit too.
I have to lobotomize. Obviously. There’s just no other option. It won’t heal.
Gotta cut it out at the core.
-Q
I felt this one hard.
I've been dark and in my head lately. Need to snap out of it.