Anonymous asked: The message was disjointed because tumblr's a big fucking dildobaby and wouldn't let me type the whole thing. But thank you for that response, really. My shrink's an acerbic cunt and I lie to her anyway, so it was refreshing to just explode at a junt who ain't gonna judge. I'm a paraplegic penguin with a heavy, heavy heart, and lately the weight of it feels like it's breakin' my chest bones. So thanks. Finna make some vegetable shit and smoke a cigarette in my bathtub. See ya round midtown.

I’m going to see my psychologist tomorrow, he’s sharp, real, and keen, and I tell him the truth, but all we do is sit around agreeing about everything. Why would you lie to yours, you goofy goose? I guess if she’s judgmental… fuck’r. Enjoy your cigarettes and suds. Lately I can’t smoke in the tub without thinking of Aaron ashing in the water. (“What? It’s just carbon.”) Take care of that heavy heart. Consult a sling if you must.