As I pedaled up to Whole Foods market, somehow after contemplating that the three days I had spent fasting was enough, besides my almost inability to go anywhere, especially Eōs, plagued by insurmountable anxiety and crippling depression, thoughts of suicide and for the first time in years, night terrors beyond my wildest beliefs, alas, and to my great relief, a planet fitness seemed to glow in the otherwise dreary desert surroundings—without much thought, as I was already headed in the

Being The GOAT. {Enter The Multiverse}

I'll Explain Later.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Please hit me I'd love for this to be the end of the story But then, no one would ever read it— But then, nobody would believe me Anyway I was as depressed as I had ever been with an added element of motion sickness, met with an absolute inability to function or even coincide with what was societally expected of me, and disconnected from any sense of what I thought would be a motion towards freedom. Helpless, worthless, and even now, breathless, my stomach churned monstrously and my

https://youtu.be/7L4JnAuW00k Dillon Francis, I knew by now, was a very skilled sorcerer. I was fasting, and quickly shifting through times, realms, and dimensions as empty as ever as I knew myself to be; these days the shortest fasts seemed the longest—and by the look and feel of things, I was always still the biggest one in the room no matter where I went. ‘Let's see what this guy can do with half a moon.' If I had to go all the way to the dance floor to continue assessing my

Welcome to The Weekend Show With Mediumjay! Today I have a sore throat so you know what that means, I get to larp as lil wayne with the cough syrup. I contemplate how I may need to cut off a lot of my friends, the Martha's vineyard incident, the wood shop classroom filled with tits, the lil Duval accident. All that and more on The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Video version: https://youtu.be/emBYC0MFpvk Previous Podcast episodes here:

I'm still Vegan.

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I knew I was being watched at all times, and the more I paid attention to being watched, the less noticeable it would become. I threw up a flare in way of not caring; I ate what I wanted and ran about in an inward frenzy—yet also, in a cool, and outermost calm state. I felt already that I had lost the game; that I wasn’t famous yet, and so I wouldn’t or couldn’t be—I had failed, and so it didn’t matter what I did or didn’t do. I had no one left to please, however, I couldn’t seem to stop writing—

Fuck This World. I Fucking Quit. Fuck This.

@TechnoTupac I thought about changing Into my tennis shoes, just for the commute—but it wasn't an option. I was dressed of course in off season designer off the clearance rack from Ross, trying not to sweat so much that I couldn't return it later, along with the shoes I crammed my unpolished toes into, in hopes that the sheer pantyhose I was wearing would offset the obvious fact that I hadn't had a pedicure in about a year—I had suddenly gone from homeless with two jobs in Las Vegas,

Welcome to The Weekend Show! Today we have a special guest Tyler, an old family friend that I used to baby sit! Back in the day and today we see how my influences on him had impacted his life. It's all my fault! All that and more on The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Podcast site here: https://www.podserve.fm/series/website/the-weekend-show-with-mediumjay,2518/ https://linktr.ee/cashleaders Video version here: https://youtu.be/mKSRZC62MMw

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Well, I tried.

(Unless You're Me.) ENTER THE MULTIVERSE.

Watch out, and watch this: Too many apps on my phone I'm better off alone I'd better kill myself Nobody will ever love me Nobody will ever love me Watch out, watch this: My iPhone is trying to kill me, For real? See; It's natural selection I'm trying to unselect me Caviar, a delicacy How delishish The devil in me says to keep digging my grave I was once at a rave, And he gave me a halo A lion, I'm brave— I once said Spin it, Spin back the record again If it's all in my

Enter the 3D.

YAHOO You got sampled. Key/bpm: telemiscommunications Feel like the walls are closing in on me Let me excuse myself— Let me— Another panic attack I can't breathe Let me—(breathe!) Another panic attack I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I want to be So I just keep running (running) Guess I've got anxiety I'm not where I wanna be Just a wanna be I— I can't breathe Just let me— *gasp for air* Another panic attack A planned terror attack It

Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit V Assisted suicide should be mandatory—like, isn't the world over populated anyway? Aren't we running out of resources, or something? I forget: what are we at war for? Fuck this place. After a certain amount of shitty things, you should just be able to go into a hospital and say “Hey, fuck this. Just kill me.” And with no questions asked, they should be able to administer a lethal dose of something good enough l—maybe