My Own 24: 0400-0500…

Song of the Hour: Dexter Freebish – Leaving Town

Well…at least she messaged me back in the end. So that can be a good thing. I think. I don’t know. I just don’t know. I just…don’t know what’s real and what’s not.

I thought that in situations like this, for some reason I would be visited by some Aztec Monkey God that would give me the secret of life in a strange and beautiful language.

It would be stupid, but highly entertaining if not scary at the same time.

But all I have are the echoes of a multitude of voices in my head screaming for me to do things I don’t want to do. Not to mention the constant throbbing of pain on both ends of the equation.

That Monkey God is starting to look really appealing now.

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