hectic days, nothing too terrible to jot down. except for the car problems. injected ink into skin. two rounds, lots to go. progress. writing again, sonicly of course. not sure where i stand, in a basement shouting nonsense. overthinking, but that's common. money is disappearing faster than appearing, too many bumps in the road. thinking about way too many things. should be sleeping. charlie kaufman is a madman. head has been hurting a lot. my skin is falling off. i think i'm falling apart. bleached. cut. etc. scrambled brainwaves, confusing chemicals. it's only a matter of time.
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