I'm thinking about committing myself to the nightmare, I'm on that holistic alchemical warfare grindset. There is so much nicotine and caffeine in my bloodstream that I vibrate on a frequency most men can't see. I walk barefoot through a mire filled with leeches and snakes, I question if I'm real most days, other days I question if everyone else is real. Thinking about getting a skateboard. If I were Jack I would have pushed Rose's stupid head under the water and made her breathe deep, then breathed myself like a true romantic.