Chapter 6 - Fall 2015 a work in progress

Again it has been a long time since I have written in this “hypobestial inferno”. I don’t know where I am ever. My sanity hangs dead like a limb chopped off but hanging onto the body. The moment after something that has been apart of you is completely cut off from the nervous system of yourself, you feel the dead weight of it, and fuck its heavy. You touch your severed limb and can phantom the feeling of touch as you touch it but you really can’t; feel it. It’s still there, you can see it, hold it, sew up the edges and mend the skin, but the nerves are cut and the limb is decaying.

i am ridden with anxiety.

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