I moved to Arizona two years ago and they treat me like shot because I have a strange story and they think I'm still on meth, so naturally everything that I say to them is a lie. No chance to being believed or understood.
It could be a good idea if your hunger meter was almost about to run out, but you were also just minutes away from transcending physicality through a normative application of alchemy.
I had a pear ale in the airport before we took off for the environmental nonprofit that I got a job with that turned out to be a cult that I hadto cut into my arm to escape from. One of the best drinks I've ever had!
You can be there for her without being the person she wishes you were. Be her friend. Do what a friend would, and she will heal and you won't have this on your mind.
I want to be on the regiment I'm supposed to be on, which is 1mg RisperiDONE in the morning (just saw they labeled it funny), and 2mg at night and 1000mg deprakote, but I'm only on 1mg of risperidone a day because it takes forever to see a doctor and they all lie to me and I don't trust them, and these Arizona docs, with the shape I was in while in Portland, don't believe anything I say, and the cops are setting us up, as I have to believe is planned, because I faked schizophrenia to get outta ROTC, but it's ok, cuz I'm actually a schizoautismo doorigard of profound removedation.
Do new word. Sexual. Ah fuck! I don't like being sexual because it evokes all these feelings of fear, but therein, I like being sexual because sex is fucking sex. I don't like coming on to someone at all. I've done performance art before, guided by God, to be awkward or cringe or unsettling in a variety of ways, and I did so in the awareness it would heal me, choosing to overcome my fear, while believing I was a cop, which I believe now was done out of love and compassion.
But I like to joke about sex like Beethoven joked about poop. Autism! Aspergers? A rare form of ADHD that often gets misdiagnosed as schizophrenia? That's what God told me, and I don't get a euphoria from amphetamines, which I'm genuinely not on. I have a small amount of DXM in me because my life partner is financially abusing me and I cannot fight in the vacuum of my soul against the whelling feeling of being alone and fucked with and doom n gloom n all.
Censorship. Expression. I hear the announcement from the middle school I love next to. God knows what His ass is doing, and I think I do too. This, I am really starting to see how everything works out, despite y'know, 653k charges being thrown at me, for reasons that I worry about literally zero percent of the time because I'm not who I once was.
I moved to Arizona two years ago and they treat me like shot because I have a strange story and they think I'm still on meth, so naturally everything that I say to them is a lie. No chance to being believed or understood.