it's this time of year i usually think. i'm tired of life. it is exhausting. complicated and is this really worth it. and to think i have the easy end of life.
anyone down for a ritual suicide?
free punch...
well. then i watched spirited away.
and life seems more beautiful all over again.
the other night i had one of the most intense flying dreams ever.
it was a very long dream. one that involved me learning how to fly on my own.
breathing threw my nose caused me to ascend.
breathing through my mouth caused me to descend.
direction was controlled by my arms, how i waved them and stretched them did different things.
extending my legs did different things with acceleration.
when i first started learning to fly i would go really high up.
i was scared i'd fall straight down. but i always floated down.
and then there were so many buildings and alleyways and wires.
eventually i got arrested for violating air traffic laws.
but my charges were held as long as i advertised for uncle buck's, a local soul food restaurant.
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not ashley is absolutely right. and i disavow any information i know of anyone named not ashley. but i'm still here nonetheless.
Also. How can it be a ritual? Like. Wearing the same shoes on game day is a ritual. You can only kill yourself once. Think about it.
I disavowed any information I know of anyone named Ashley. But. That sounds sucky ashley.
i'm with you on the ritual suicide, jared. i totally started crying on line at work today and i'm tired of these nervous breakdowns.
