this is the only way that i know how to live: receptors on blast, mouth open, and driven by a massive ball of psychosexual energy. this is who i am.
they call it hypomania. it's not. for me, it is the normal resting state of my ego. it's me, in every sense of the term.
it's the guy who blasts blueprint 24/7, who likes cigarettes and loves cigars, who loves to fuck people who think the way that he thinks, who gets thirsty and chugs iced tea, and who demolishes all in his path in a socially acceptable way. the lover and the fighter. the killer and the slain through ejaculation. the battered and indignant. the victorious.
the god.
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