I love radiation conceptually. I wish I could feel it. And not die. Or, like, I wish I could experience massive acute radiation poisoning just as an experience and not die.
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I love radiation conceptually. I wish I could feel it. And not die. Or, like, I wish I could experience massive acute radiation poisoning just as an experience and not die.
DISASTER
I have, as of perhaps 20 minutes ago, picked up Zoloft, prescribed by my doctor. Consensus seems to be that this medication takes a bare minimum of 3 months to fully set in. I have- at the bare minimum- due to my own pigheadedness and lack of spine- signed up for AT LEAST 4 months of not being able to drink basically at all, and possibly not being able to fuck properly, that remains to be seen. This is DOOM for the Robster. UNMISTAKABLE, HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE DOOM.
DOOOOM. I am Raphael Ambrosius Cousteau. Those square fucks have my number. DOOOMEEEEDDD!!
I found a way...
There is a way to map ones own mind. Laying it all out in front of you like a map, roads you forgot you had, lanes you have not been down in years, opening pathways to help sort new thoughts into even more sorted ideas.
Will it work, who knows, but I think it's worth a try if it means I find where you are hiding. I've never been one to believe in this kind of stuff, but the evidence is clear as day and somethings are just worth finding, no mater what.
One of the worst feelings in the world...
Is when you have a vast world full life and story growing ever onward hundreds of characters, thousands of moments millions of emotions.
And you cant share it with fucking anyone.