i said a golden rule is the way to empty the own burdern of god egged nigel's blacked out truthes but you told meto come with a hatchet and a whiskey bottle full of my own piss and whiskey and so that's what i did you know i took the swig of whiskey piss and it burned but i felt so low about myself at the time that i truly believed i was no longer worthy of pure water i was merely worthy of piss and whiskey so that i tburned and dehyderategd me and i just wanted to stuffer suffer because i was not capable of being loved i was only capable of shitting on myself with my own waste and thoughts and bad bad thoughts and just make it all etremify into the ether air breather and i knojw a guy used to smoke cigarettes but thats not me it just led to harpoons in the grass that saturated your mask with the breath of a diphenhydramine cookie crumble cake that danced in front of the moon for at least a solid thirty seleected hours and grapes and gropes and dont know where i am in this space but its okay ill stop floating eventually