I tried more dot staring but it lost all its juice in the initial attempt. You know before that I was almost starting to feel optimistic again about who knows what but nah, if you hang around and pester jed you're asking to be discontent.
There's no journey, no symptoms, no process, no this, no that, no icebergs to melt, no maya, no reason to flail around and punch your bed like an angry child, no double-jointed toes, and no hope.
I don't know... futility? Somewhere along the line I lost an ingredient that made me want to be more involved in this stuff and now I'm pretty much forcing myself to post rather than doing it compulsively.
Oh i Keep burning my left hand. I want ask how that somehow ties in with adulthood before the poor thing gets infected, rots and falls off. I frequently burn it and aggrivate all the wounds by accidentally tearing them open on things and then burn it again and its beyond me how that ties in to anything but it seems like a clear signal for something because it keeps happening. But i'm stuck with that lens "its a signal for something adulthoody" so far.