I woke today with a smile on my face, so I must have been having a good dream since as soon as I began to rewind in my mind I couldn’t find a clear line to define the instances of my prior night’s images. I drink and I can no longer revisit memory aptly or with any accuracy, my mental pathways are in a state of disarray, I’m quite sure I’m going crazy these days. I cannot remain conscious constantly, I am locked out of intelligence without a key and it makes me hate me entirely. I inspire stupidity to use me as a conduit to be seen, and as I careen towards the reward of knowing nothing anymore, I am given it with a grin, because its mine to win.
Sarcasm takes wit to use it; I hope to lose it as I become an invalid. Remorsefully I divorce these ideas of course as I try to discover a way to recover from being me suitably. Sometimes I want someone to shoot me, so I can avoid life eternally; that is the cure for me. Self loathing promotes and denotes only that somebody who thoughtfully visits the suggestion internally, just like me.
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