A little drop will do ya.

Bliss in moderation. Can't even call it bliss, but I have learned (kind of) to direct my thoughts without going totally against them. Don't fully fight, but firmly guide. Don't believe I wish to relive this experience.... ever. But you never know. Life has a strange way of working itself out.

Right is Hell, Left is Heaven

So I tried again. Felt alright, nothing special so I tried some more. Felt like death. leaned a little to the right. NOOOOOo you are dooming yourself my friend! Leaned to the left. ahhh much better. Why does he look at her like that? I know why, but i still ask. I stare at him and I know what he's thinking as I stare. "Yes I do know" I think as if telepathically answering his question. He wants her. It angers me. How could he want something so forbidden? She seems unhappy, but she is out of options, so she thinks. He is angered by me reading into his thoughts. He tell me to drink some soda, BUT the soda is on the right. In the Doomed zone. FUCK NO I think to myself, but I am so thirsty.....


I see the birthmark or whatever it is. My legs are twitchy. My childhood is tied into my death.... everything connected, intertwined, interwoven. How can I tell them? How can I tell the phone? the phone wants me to talk to it... to inform it of what is going on. Words cannot explain it though. There are none to say that will make the situation clear. I fail in my quest to warn myself.No more, No more. i repeat to myself, but I know the truth. The truth that there is no control.....


Until the next time.