I am happy when I am sad in this particular way.

Music takes on a richness I can hardly stand, chords and textures make me want to crawl out of my chest and bury myself in the dirt.

Shows become all I can think about, and I am filled with a hope towards making great things and living forever.

I almost think I can do it too. 

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I usually can’t finish tv that I love, I get rubbed raw and curl up like a worm in salt, and the show never ends.

Isn’t life wonderful? I ask, hands on my hips and tears in my eyes.

Isn’t this such a great feeling? I crow with my chest puffed out as my eye twitches and head keeps shaking.

The electric love’s fried my feeling chip. The lightning licks at the meat in my skull and I love the phantom smells, the ghostly visions, the delusions of forever.

I love media! 

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8/30/22

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