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Bought magnesium supplements to help me empty my bowels, status is DELAYED shipment. The universe wants me to die from constipation. Fml
There, that feeling bubbling in the bellows of my gut. Threatening to slam me into the Earth. I can't tell if it's instinct? Like I'm created to self-destruct. I don't know anything, thus I have no grasp of control. Fall into it, they say, trust the descent. But what they call surrender feels like consent to my own unmaking, a yielding not to depth, but to erasure.
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The first dream I can remember was of my Grandmother dying in a car accident. In it, I watched over her, looming. I feared that the dream would come to fruition. I was told that if I thought about something hard enough, long enough, I could manifest it into reality. I still believe this. On my worst days, my inability to prevent the negative from poisoning my mind frustrates me into tears.
Drawing of something I'll probably never finish
I wish to abandon my body like a butterfly undergoing Chrysalis. Though I've been told I would be a moth.
My dreams consist of black and moss green body's of water; Grey hounds trying to play with sea animals. I'm always watching on a long deck that connects to nothing.
Sometime last Summer, again.
Sometime last summer, wrong date
October 28th 2024
A mocking whisper echoes constantly. I fear my dreams of black holes and cosmic vortexes will come true. A day when dusk arrives, there will be a dark puddle in the sky, warping the atmosphere; my day of judgement. In sleep, I search for screws on the roof of a house, I tie rope in knots across pillars near the sea to keep it underwater, in the Midwest, an albino alligator bites my arm; I kill it, and find two lions stoically waiting. I bought Freud's The Interpretation of dreams.