oh, life.
you keep punching me in the face.
the summer is starting to leave a hint of itself (if it already hasn't) and i am resigning myself to the comfort of my bed, over and over again.
i have made a plethora of missteps this summer, and i want to continue dancing.
that's me on the edge of long island, montauk. it was the kind of experience i am sure i had as a child, but being all man-like, etc. it felt more real and vital.
i have made the decision to insert an insulin pump in my side, to become more machine. i will kill the humans, but not the disease. the disease keeps me apart from them, thus making me further removed from the killings.
what am i saying?
oh, i'm waiting for the sky to fall.