I’m fucked I’m fucked. I’m bleeding (money) and not allowed to say what I want.

Welcome, welcome. This is trange. Trangers every which way.

Except the right way.

It wouldn’t be substantive w/o some plausibility.

So why not shoot the loo?

…

I don’t know what to say. I’m tired.

My pills are fucked and my thinking is slow.

I guess I have a brain disease.

I’m really trying to get better, though.

And juggling.

And juggling…