Finally, the Peaches are Taking Acid!

in and out of consciousness. following conversations down hallways. a single bloody-mindedness of purpoise...

radiant

the most fucked up ive ever been whatever that means. blues reds. insanity. music and babbling

its a madhouse back there. entirely insane

the most amazing thing is i write this completely non-personally – or in bursts of personality – of realization of who i am and the long long [indecipherable]

periods of – nothingness

between the spasming of reasoning of my mind.

and wait i remember – where i am i what i am doing, in a tent, unable to string a sentence thought together – and how long! how long has this debauchedness carry on – and how much can i remember the mad spirit of what propelled me – lost it.

[indecipherable] over – losing so much. unable to think – in coherent – inability to write is a symptom of – shortness of breath. strangulation – ecstasy. waves of EVERYTHING.

[scribble]

collapse. tilt. it sways making it difficult to write.
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me what actually is this entity.





completely locked win the confines of

ludicrous.

CLICHÉ?

maybe – important to me, right now yes and that is all that matters how i feel right now. how i choose to see myself.

LOVE