ah fuck this shit.. i'll be back in a jiff!(cartoon swoopy meth lines be for the jff, maybe a little cloud of dust where it "used to be")

alright i'm baack, sortof, expect me, i have a remarkable combination of battle fatigue post rush and i don't care anymore... sure to lead to listless fantasy destruction, eventually, anywways.. i just saw brian jonestown, and anton looks alot more stable, big up anton... okay but felt weird looking at him, like i want to thro up my hands and be like, what?? ... fuuucck, i felt really jealous too. i could use that, to vanish, not(.) uncommonly(.) to fade in and now out with the rythyms of chaos, incongruent waves. oscillate elsewhere only among bearable(.) limits(.) inevidible and unspoken... and alway urging on to be broken. silence misconstrued for somene who cared...