Drag me down in the snow, like I would to myself when we were young. Thanksgiving. Television. Red wine. Movie marathon. First fall year, look out the window. The blue light reflected in changes who you are. Taken in more, suspect everything, take in less and feel the absence hard. All you are is dopamine and serotonin. All you want is dopamine and norepinephrine. Go outside, take your time. Take the drug to be suitable to others. Find the one. They’re your everything. Barely talked, you can just tell. Read the text, use it as delivery for chemical pleasure. You will sparkle and then you won’t care. Build your harem. All you are is dopamine and serotonin. All you want is dopamine and norepinephrine. I’m not a person, I am just a fairly lucky series of arrangements. Oh, to be people the way we were promised, people couldn’t fathom what the truth is. Am I just lying? Is this just trying too hard to sell a bad guy schtick based on signifiers of our shared insecurity? To let your guard down? I don’t know, but if I saw myself from outside, I know that the whole thing would suddenly be sure to me. So I’d better not talk to anybody ever again, it’ll always be mutually manipulative.
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