Ladies,
I’ve gone hard, I’ve pushed far. And as a result of that I’ve developed a fever that feels like a bruise on my brain. So now the veil is very thin, very very thin, and I can feel every finger and toe and hair sprouting from the holes in my head. So I lie hot and heavy now like a molten rock, or a roasted chicken. I’m all flushed and beautiful and tormented, little wet eyes and a hot little body that’s going to burn right thru the same day delivery green tea scented memory foam mattress right down to the floor while my brain chatters like a demon. Reader I am kind of afraid. My mind isn’t working well and my work is stunted and my roommates are loud and carnivorous. I am afraid of malls and talking to people with lip filler. I want to be big but I’m small. I miss church and sleeping. I am on a Rumspringa of sorts. I’m certain that this fever is a result of that, a result of this exposure therapy to the real world. And this is fever writing of course so I hope you will forgive me.
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