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I went to a new psychiatrist today. She was extremely Filipino... there were Virgin Mary statues and crucifixes all over the place and she wore more bits of religious jewelry than I can count. She diagnosed me as bipolar with ADD. By next Thursday I'll be on Abilify, Effexor, and Vyvanse. Good times.

I slept for 15 hours. Now I am eating taco flavored chips. Fun times.

We are faceless, nameless, without beginning or end.

I pound the stake deeper and deeper, an impaled heart and shattered ribcage.
The sternum collapses and the chest crumbles inwards.
I crawl inside. It is cavernous and dark. I'm falling, floating, drifting.
I disappear into the hollow place. I am falling into myself.
The serpent devours its tail and the galaxies spin endlessly.

Broken beats pulse behind walls of gritty noise.
Techno Animal seems a fitting soundtrack for Paris.
I can see its true face now in the fading sunlight.
The wide avenues are drab grey and dirty, choked with vendors and tourists.
They are like the diseased arteries of a man about to die from heart failure.
The Eiffel Tower reaches upwards, a great arm of iron...
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Going on vacation tomorrow. Flying from Newark to Brussels and spending a few days in Antwerp before heading to Paris and EuroDisney. Should be good times.

Somehow one of the Tegan and Sara albums on my iPod was set to be 90% louder than everything else. I think my ears are bleeding. Ouch.

I had an amazing blog written out and it just disappeared. Fuck you SG. Fuck you.

I will now be sure to write all of my worthwhile/interesting entries on blogger where it automatically saves drafts. They can be found at A Procession of Dead Monarchs. I may still post some of them here.

SOME THINGS...

I have two blogs. Their current layouts are temporary. I intend to make them more attractive while doing something vaguely productive in my spare time. A Procession of Dead Monarchs is the blog in which I will post any vaguely coherent essays, manic ramblings, random musings, personal news, and snapshots that I have. sofnaur will become the home of my visual, sonic, and...
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Today I awake at 9 to the incessant buzzing of my alarm which I habitually silenced with a well-rehearsed swing of my arm. I silence it a second time in vain as several sparrows sing outside my window. I take my medication and in minutes my skin is crawling and my mind is on fire. The familiar hunger begins anew, the insatiable desire to consume...
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