MUMBLE.MUMBLE.

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I swear to you, this will be me soon. Plan of Action: move to atlanta, re-join a ballet studio, do ballet every day, become limber as fuck. 
Mark my words.

I swear to you, this will be me soon. 
Plan of Action: move to atlanta, re-join a ballet studio, do ballet every day, become limber as fuck. 

Mark my words.

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Steeeeeak.

Steeeeeak.

Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incomprehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin for hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that - as if that weren’t enough - but you, like Fat, ponder forever over these fluctuations in an effort to order them into a coherency, when in fact the only sense they make is the sense you impose on them, out of the necessity to restore everything into shapes and processes you can recognize.

Philip K. Dick, Valis