I’ve been crying myself to sleep for the past 17 months over all the downclicks I’ve been receiving, the whole time contemplating how I could turn this despairing state into content, and today it clicked when I was in the corner store buying beer, thinking about doctor Wesker. I don’t know why it clicked, or why I was thinking about doctor Wesker. I guess it’s a sort of a mystical thought process that runs in the background, and once it’s finished, it reveals itself.
Other times I’m just walking somewhere thinking about legs.
I’ve been crying myself to sleep for the past 17 months over all the downclicks I’ve been receiving, the whole time contemplating how I could turn this despairing state into content, and today it clicked when I was in the corner store buying beer, thinking about doctor Wesker. I don’t know why it clicked, or why I was thinking about doctor Wesker. I guess it’s a sort of a mystical thought process that runs in the background, and once it’s finished, it reveals itself.
Other times I’m just walking somewhere thinking about legs.
The natural state we are first born into.