my hard limits seem to not be as hard as they once were. and i cannot with any certainty say what is my rock bottom or a general boundary to myself at this current time.…

This is my story. There are many like it, but this one is mine.…

I’m sweating like a whore in church. I’ve already taken off my shirt and there I go walking half naked down the road.…

Time slowly marches onward and I feel the slow passing of the seconds like knife cuts across my skin.…

i come across a new sparkly piece of the puzzle of unidentified wide beyond every day. it also takes over. most of my time alone is spent gazing into the screen.…

The ethereal plan’e border between itself and my world is quickly erroding. Specific events stand out in my mind…

I could go on and on. The allure is strong and the pull is definitely real. My mind apparently hasn’t given up its fascination with the entire process of using and being used.…