see what it does to me? it feeds off my mind and then breaks my ability. what can i expect from me? there's nothing left to bleed. i'm just detached

my posts have been long lately, so i'll spare you all of the endless ramblings i could go into...besides, it's all an infinite abyss of enigmatical crypticness which should be avoided until an element of veracious presents itself.

at least that's the realistic thing to do. to avoid it, and tuck it far, far away from the perspective scope of the mind's eye....until something more finite and intelligible comes to center stage to give this reaction some kind of basis....

but?

i never was one for being realistic.

so, while faced with an amass of unknowns, indefiniteness, and an abstruse sense of what's going on, i know the details don't matter.

i'm going to keep things nauseatingly simple:

...i've never...
...been so fucking...
...petrified...
...in my entire fucking life...

happy hnt y'all.