• I have a mental condition, where, my mind and voices spout out profanities, slurs, lies, and vulgar vitriol, seemingly ad nauseum, while awake. It's the kind of stuff that you wish you could forget, the kind of stuff that makes you want to die. Everyday, over-and-over: Judge and punish, rebuke and repent–snake eating its tail, 'lions, tigers, and bears'–serpents devouring vultures [if only they realized they were all a part of the same sepulcher]; self-awareness abused to demonstrate inadequacies, insecurities–grotesque, convoluted fears–steaming and quelling up from the heart, breaking reality into hideous, fractal dimensions, of monochrome paranoid delusions. Grandeur–all else–fight and flight mode, everywhere, else.
• I wish I could forget. I don't want to be seen. I want to be unseen. I don't want the dreams, anymore, nor the nightmares–just–no-thing; feeling, no more, death and true, non-relative silence–peace, everlasting–profound quietus, quintessence of nothingness.
• Separateness is non-required for descriptions. All anything 'needs' is to be interactive with either feelings or things themselves. Connection is irrelevant to unknown unknowns. Uncertainty, belief, and conviction–all irrelevant–just, things and feelings and doubt and dread and fear.
• Blame the Victim Mentality:

Go try and be a migrant.

Go try and live with a disability,

So bad,

You want to die.

Go try and live in the slums,

Starving to death.

Go try and hold up your guns,

And flags,

And pretend to be proud.

Go try and act,

Like it's all OK.

Go try and by a martyr.

Go try and kill yourself.

Go try and live another day,

Knowing it's not OK.

Go try and live in peace,

Ignorant of the world.

Go try and play video games,

When your house is burning down.

Go try and say,

'It will be alright'.

Go try,

And kill yourself today.

Go try.

And,

Rot in hell.

• I had a dream about meat people. The meat people ate people people. I was one of those people.

They dressed in blood and were covered in open wounds. They hissed and sneered and whirred at high pitches. They turned into an a unified black blob mass of spinning teeth and whirling saw mouth. They grabbed me with their stretchy, gigantic arms, and pulled me into the maw. Then I woke up.