CALL IT ILLNESS. CALL IT CONSQUENCE RETURNED. CALL IT SICK. CALL IT GUT ROT. my stomach is once again left twisted and spasmatic. i have way too many fucking problems lately. and. its all just getting heavier. and. i need to leave town. soon. i believe. maybe. or i need to handle things. get on the ball. and hit the wall. and make up for my fucking mistakes. contact some places. and rearrange some faces. o. and its all so fucked. i dont believe. no wait. it can get and will get and be more fucked. i AM DOOMED. TO THE EXTREME. i AM SCREWED. NICE AND TIGHTLY. i AM HEADED. FOR WORSE. i AM COMPLETELY. NERVOUS. goddamn it all. really.