Professional mood swinger here, look

Professional mood swinger here, look There it goes way down and up See how fast that was? Equilibrium

What’s that? Oh it’s just the water’s surface No big deal, don’t worry about it

Theory proved wrong Why keep digging? Worked out once By accident

Photographic memory? No, photographic amnesia

Is life just a big escape room?

So you see now where that road leads to? Change course, don’t be that one angel

Keep me here as a reminder Keep me here, don’t forget Will I find you once more Tomorrow, Forevermore Will I remember then? Why this note exists Farewell, sleep well

Oh The Hat Man Now he wears AR goggles

Solo travelers With no containers Find it so easy To just up and leave

String tuner Non lunar

Raw material And a sole source

Invent a machine that will halt all machines

I almost grabbed that hand this time Let’s open an orphanage I’ll be the token orphan Is that a funny joke? Are you laughing? Anybody get it?

I have a skeleton I can’t prove it yet but I think it’s inside me Beneath the surface I tried to prove my theory by breaking the outer shell, but that turned into a big mess A lot of blood and a lot of questions from doctors and family members A lot of strange looks from strangers Apparently, you’re not supposed to do that Something about death And if I’m dead then I won’t be there to catch the skeleton with my bare eyes and hands So, there you go, you got me I’ll find another way to prove it One day

You have to go to the bank Anything worse than that? I have the numbers Just send me the thing I need to get the thing I want using the numbers I have Trust me Can the bank come to me instead? If you keep annoying me I’ll take my numbers away and hide them myself Why do you get to decide?

Connection authorization Hand shake, extended No Error Try again

Dear wanderer Lone road traveler Should I follow your footsteps? Or follow the way you chose your own? Regards, Your descendant

Initiating phase 2 Walk on ahead and don’t look back Keep moving or risk turning into sand Leave them there It will be fine, trust me

A rare display of hidden humanity I have a heart, I think I know that because sometimes it feels like wings fluttering inside a cage A ribcage, get it? But I don’t know what kind of bird it is It’s hungry It pings and pongs in there Looking for a way out And it pecks and claws in that cell I never know what it’s saying I don’t know bird language

Let’s get to the bottom of this There’s a wound or a cut? Be more specific Where? Nowhere? You’re not making any sense, just point at where it hurts, how hard is that? So what do you want from me now? You want help for something you can’t even explain? How is that my problem? Explain No, I don’t like your explanation I’ll give you a better one that actually exists Yours is not real and it’s making me uncomfortable So repeat after me Everything is fine and splendid Now go away

How did the princess turn into an ogre? No, it wasn’t for love What good is love to someone who has everything? What can you give her that she can’t get herself? And what can you do that she can’t do even better? Many attempts at saving the damsel in distress How could they not realize that they are the distress in question? So finally, the only way out she could think of was making it so no one would even try And who would save an ogre?

Survival tips if ever you find yourself locked up Don’t argue, find out who is who and draw the hierarchal pyramid in your head Don’t write anything down Not that they’d give you any writing supplies Now you have to pay attention and not miss any details, who are your fellow detainees? What kind of behavior do they exhibit that makes things worse for them? Avoid that Note that all down in a hidden compartment in your head, study it, repeat it, memorize it Know it and learn it by heart Now find the big boss The one who holds the cards Play the part now, you did your information gathering, now act And scene

I apologize for these journal entries I should have asked you before releasing them But you’re dead and gone so what difference does it make? The dead can’t consent I don’t know if you wanted anyone to see this I don’t know what your intentions with them were But if you took all that time and effort in putting it down and externalizing it Physically manifesting it You must have wanted someone to read them, right? If not, then the blood and sweat and time and tears and broken bones and bruises, what was it all for? You wanted me to read this right? Give me a sign If you’re still here in any shape or form Guide me

This is both the letter and the stamp The text and the author The writing and the process This is a Horcrux that I trust you with What am I talking about, this isn’t Hogwarts I meant a piece of my soul immortalized And you’re a part of that process now I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules Thank you for your service

Come back How do you come back from that? Bounce back Action then reaction Always equal Not more, not less So the bad and good news simultaneously is this: You’ve hit the bottom Got anything lower? We need enough to launch into space The earth and all it has to offer is not enough of a consolation anymore

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