Every night before I go to sleep I stare at the mirror with one hand pointing at my reflection and the other holding a razor blade. If I can't gaslight myself enough to convince that I'm happy and not suicidal I'm severing my arteries. Otherwise I put down the blade and go to sleep. Two decades and counting. My streak's going strong.
>supposed right wing extremist
>has written a manifesto about degeneracy and being anti-porn
>about to depopulate a grocery store
>checks phone while recording
>niche, fringe furry porn from a PBS kids' show
You like dangerous women? That's cute. You know why I'm wearing a gas mask right now? Agent orange. It's permeating across my Frankfurt apartment. I'm locked from the inside; doors barricaded outside, windows sealed. There's a camera sitting on the top corner of my living room. I wave to it lovingly, knowing my cute BND spy gf is monitoring me from Berlin.
i get unnecessarily mean when i don't get my sleep. i don't use this word wisely, but holy hell i get toxic, like radioactive, whenever i get tired, or when i stay up late at night. it's like some inner demon i keep suppressed during the day reaching out from inside in my fatigued hubris.