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.

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