MS reminded me the other day that when we did acid together I saw G-Man from half life which is a game I've never played. She sent a gif that looked exactly like my hallucination. It was the first I'd ever seen the gif.

Today I cleaned my futon with the rug cleaner and it was good. He's taking to SM now. One limb. He ended up fine and that's good. The three of us carried these infested rugs downstairs and it sucked because he does not think I am real or deserving of respect. And my body is tired now and I am in pain and I'm not happy. I can feel that there is something there that doesn't belong. It is not comparable to another feeling.

ED updated her website and it is really good and I like it.

"not everyone who shits blood is sick"
Today I vaccumed the infested rugs. It took me a very long time. It was good because I like work. I talked to the mailman for three whole minutes which is more than I've spoken to anyone unrelated to me irl for a few weeks. I finished cleaning the futon and listened to music. Music is so good.
What I was going to say yesterday is that it is sort of troublesome trying to do the Barthes initial thing. Now my brother's name is SadoMasochism and my friends have names like Multiple Sclerosis, MicroSoft, Erectile Dysfunction, Eating Disorder or Effective Dose. Ulala.
I also went to the doctor.

I hate the computer.

"So there I was, just another shitbag civilian. Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside."
"Real good porn." "I didn't really think anything had changed."
"But you know he loves you and he doesn't mean to cause you pain. Please listen to him. It's not too late. Turn off the engine get out of the car and start to walk."

goodnight.