A true addict to anything chosen. Yet no single addiction is enough, it must come in waves and phases. Fanatical, controlling feelings for euphoric drugs, orgasmic sexual release and height, madness, creation and destruction. All cycles repeating and overlapping.
There is no standard, there is no plan. There is just now. There is a feeling and then it’s done. Wait for another.
Life isn’t a fight. Life is a smooth ride. It's pain has become comfortable and thus may be no feeling at all, just an existence. Is there a need for it? What is your cause or reason for being here? Are you doing something, making something, breeding something? Why does it even matter?
Simply nothing matters. Make your releases no matter where you are or what you have become. There is no love or deepness between us but more confusion and pain. Why coincide with it?
Comfortable, purposed self-isolation, narcissistic sexual pleasure of mind and body. Trips to the edge of reality. Only nothing means anything.
Go on, fried space man..
