The world is fucked up. I'm not just saying that because of the shit happening Inside. It happens to be true. It's one of the few constants you will keep noticing on the way to the grave. True, it comes with a few happy ancillaries, but they're often misleading (and therefore dangerous) and irrelevant to the topic at hand. So it's best to keep in mind just the main thing: The world is fucked up. In a multitude of ways... colorful, imaginative, and intimate. 

I tell you this because I think you're drifting away from the craggy shores of reality. 

Yes, yes, I'm joking. I think. 

I've been on pain medication for the past few days and it's been interesting. I'd be sitting still and the weirdest thoughts would cross my mind --bizarre things that I can't even describe properly accompanied by emotional hallucinations. I'm pretty sure they're drug-induced because they're so damned weird.  

The girls in wetlab think I should make the best of it since this is the closest I'll have to a drug thing. And you know maybe I am, in a manner. I don't think I'd be this calm right now (considering "the shit happening") if it weren't for the white pills. Just another happy coincidence in le cinema kudzu, thank you very much. 

Yeah. Woop dee doo. 

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It's starting to rain again. 

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I suffered illusions because they comforted me. And now I don't, and they don't. 

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I'm sorry. I do have something I want to say. But I won't.