(warning: thoughts from the tree swinging philosuffer)

...I'm pooping my pants just a little as I write this even just alot maybe too much is there enough room?

so...I know my washing machine was a damn good spend I hang out in the cleaning products aisle at the supermarket just to be ready always gotta be ready thats all we can do as humans suffering in the face and subliminal stupification ready to ambush....

fear is justified it motivates it directs 'regard' where it's supposed to go and so what does this mean for me mentally ill?

...well....life is terrifying thats why so many choose death it's the ultimate 'inexperience'....nobody gets a job as a dead person...."umm thanks for applying but we were looking for someone with a couple years at least"

I've only ever been afraid as a person alive....it's overwhelming the expanse of fear available!....and it's all questioning...incessant questioning ???

who am I?....who are they?...what was that? ( POOP my pants what was that?)...whats gonna come of this?....or that? and then what? ( POOP)
are they right?...am I wrong?....really am I wrong?....how can they be so right? ( POOP)...am I doing what I am meant to be doing?...why am I making out I'm ok here?...did they just find out I'm not ok? ( poop)

...yeah I'm scared out of my mind I'm terrified living here but I reckon it would be insanely more frightening if I were not afraid...

totally unhinged....