There are no more adventures to be had, only studious to what I’ve done so far. To Lament and curse what’s gone wrong in traditions and find myself in the failsafe of where I always imagined. Medicated Fool. And there’s nothing wrong with it but the Russian cat is always checking my vitals. It’s not enough to pertain to bad health and telling everyone how the seizures are going..none of this knowledge defactualized as I’ve told many stories about here and now even while I ventured outwards in detail. I’m a sick person.