Red shoes. Pointed. Long legs. Seductive. Black pantyhose. Short skirt. A woman who knows how to make walking look good So good you wanna see her dance moves... Where is she going dressed like that anyway? She’s going where she doesn’t wanna go, isn’t she? That’s why she takes her steps slow... And the entire time she’s walking that fine line, she has thoughts running through her mind that make her wonder why she doesn’t stop, drop and roll. Why doesn’t she go back to who she was before? Before what? All the stuff that made her stuck. Stuck in what? Stuck between two worlds. Cuz... That’s when she shot yourself and dropped the gun? You don’t wanna be part of your own murder scene do you, hun? So needless to say, there’s nothing left to go back to unless you want your leftover soup. Chicken noodle is good but not if it’s cold and old. So that’s why she likes to pound herself out with a massage gun she found lying around. The vibration helps her Release trapped emotions stuck in her cells. I think my apartment is making me unwell. Someone is trying to stop me from being free. Too bad I don’t have a real gun. Target practice could be fun. Psylicibin has been fun. How do you like your eggs hun? Over easy my love. Easy come easy go. That’s my new motto. It gives me room to grow. I have this song in my head by the tragically hip, it goes, find somewhere to go. Go where you’re needed. I have no idea where that is... Am I needed? Not even a little bit. I blame it on the system. There’s no place for me. Look at what they did to me... Nothing can fix this. She’s so ugly... This is the noose I can’t escape... Try to find a knife so I can find sanity. Give it time... Maybe it will get better with time. This is why we spend so much time contemplating all the beautiful ways to die, while at the same trying very hard to create an extraordinary life. Life is really strange sometimes. So sometimes it’s nice to get high. Love is my preferred drug. Try to do stuff that feels like a good hug from some you love. I remember being hugged. Hugs aren’t always fun. Who hurt you, hun? I dunno mom. Can you tell my monster to go away, I’m sick and tired of him making me feel this way. Ok How about I make you a treat? I know, how about a nice piece of Pie? Like warm apple pie with ice cream on the side. Yeah, I really love apple pie. And pumpkin pie. And blueberry pie. And cherry pie. Almost any pie is nice... And I love really good sex. A passionate romance. A spiritual connection. Really real, raw, honest conversations. An experience of a lifetime, that lasts a lifetime... So tell me, my love, would you be mine? Sure, but I don’t have a long lifeline. That’s fine. Time isn’t really real. What time zone are you in? I dunno my friend. I think I keep repeating the same day over and over again. This is what happens when we get stuck in time loops, isn’t it? Loops can be daunting. Must check the facts often. Maybe you can find a way out of your loop if you plan your attacks wisely. Plans don’t last. And last time I checked the facts I realized everything is a lie and people have lost their f*****g minds. Put a mask on and shut your eyes. Do what they say. Be part of cray-crays. But then I can’t see or breathe. That’s ok. At least you can hear their evil deeds. Eventually, you’ll be part of their plan to kill human beings. Or... Turn off the mainstream media feeds. They are trying to kill you with fear and brainwashing. I know... How about you take the top of your scalp off, pull all your brains out, and put them in a tub full of lukewarm water and soap, and clean your mind out. Maybe then humans will be clean enough to be part of the general public. Yeah, don’t count on it. Count your blessings instead. This will have a better return on investment... Ok then... Today I’m grateful for a s