Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Monday, February 26, 2007

Rabbitfuck: "Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy...

...he's probably in there now, having his nervous breakdown & writing to VADIS about it."

Which really hurt, an imaginary relationship which really alienated me from all my friends. I became a pariah; what other reason for writing suicide notes to GADIS? The UC faculty loved me; I was brilliant; the students hated me; I was a reject.

Now, I've found my one true love -- compounded by my Risperdal; even with Viagra orgasm is difficult. So we entertain fantasies. Trish wants to act some of them out, but the last time that happened, it mind-warped both of us. So was the orgasm worth it? Yes, it reduced her jealousy somewhat; no, it simply gave her reasons to do something ultimately destructive.

I don't know. I'm caught in the middle.

Other than that, Sunday had no real difference from other Sundays. I woke up in the middle of the night again, hence took a nap when Trish did, then watched Britney for the zillionth time. After supper we watched porno vids until we were prepared to make out.

I'm hoping to get off Risperdal, due to the side-effects: OD (orgasm death). We'll know on the 7th.

I accidentally missed an Abilify Sunday morning. For this reason, I slept until 7:30 this morning, in spite of a 4:20 potty stop. (Actually, it was wetty.)

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