Well it at comes back anyway. At least I have air and escape. I do not know what this is, what it is for, or why, but there it is and always will be. I cannot think about anything anymore, there really is no plan. I have stated such things before, but the enormity of it all is just too real. I have lost. I have nothing, but its just fine.
$4 each? Thats it? I will be just fine then. I only need the simplest of chemical quantities. The time is no ones. The climax is within, raging to burst out and fuel mad thoughts of selfish admissions. The weakest of emotions are the most obvious. The need for pathetic reality is not understood. I must not rest.
