Extrapolated from my (JoAnn Walters') personal diary, which I started when I was 9 and finished when I (probably) died at 15.
don't worry about it
the "cure for depression" is a lie
l o n e l y
a real walk (the real trip)
sensorium and the.........the opiate of the masses net
c-h-a-o-s
*this is not a safe place*
the fly who breaks the web, but is devoured by the spider
confession and prayer