the surge of energy that marks the end if a cycle is intoxicating. I have plutonium in my eyes and a ring on my left hand.
half five this morning there was a crack and the ripen clouds poured. I washed in the sound. I sat meditating before rising to take my morning tea.
it's day ten of a juice fast and my tolerance for complicated shame is reaching an all-time critical low. I am making vows. my health and happiness are my responsibility. my body is mine, as is my mind.
more: I went to the doctor today and complicated shame aside was given the free to fuck.
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