Zorba the Hutt (zorbathut) wrote,
Zorba the Hutt

another day and I could have gone mad
another day and it might have gotten bad
another day and I might have betrayed every scruple I had

which is a curious set of lyrics to empathize with, especially because I'm not sure "could have" is the right phrasing.

times like this . . . it's a tornado inside. supercollider wrapped around the cerebellum. it won't slow down. holes in reality, holes in logic and emotion and sanity, shortcircuits all through the system.

I get flashes of something else. of someone else. not the same person, but it feels like something is trying to break through as I break down. and of course I won't let it . . . I'll resist even if it kills me.

Which it might.

So it goes.
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