Delirium Tremens

Hello, it's been two weeks. Easily.

Yes, much better. Gone are my days of nervous
survival; losing control is dead and buried.
No, my problem now is uncontrollable loss.
Haha.

I mean that this maintenance needs to progress.
Deprivation only makes me irritable. It's
getting away, making its dilated escape from
my skin right now. I'm watching it. Can I
exchange this fatigue for something more
attractive? Can you decipher this for me?

Oh, come on. I'm telling you that this is good
for me. I'm getting an education in tolerance.
The pulsating is only ephemeral and I'm getting
used to the fusion of fever and pallor. I think
my heart feels clammy, but what does it matter?

I need it.

I'd murder for it.

Only kidding. Don't take me so seriously.

Look, I must tell you that this is no regardless
compulsion. I got a discount on insomnia, you see.
I've neglected sleep for this connectedness -

- with what? With the world, of course. And isn't
it going rapidly these days? Haven't you noticed?

Don't mind me. I've an appetite for frustration
and an aversion to normality. Always had it.

An addiction to harm? Never. I'll admit that the
delirium is involuntary sometimes, but -

Check my prescription? I have it right here.
It says 'Resist temptation'.

No, it's not my writing. What are you implying?

No, I'm cutting the loop now. Bye.