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I know what overstimulation feels like.
Whether it's the craved accustomed kind or the overwhelming unaccustomed kind.

Yet...
I barely know what the right amount of stimulation actually does.

I've yet to truly learn what understimulation does.

How much would it differ from experiencing below the accustomed overstimulation?

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I hope the mail comes early today. Our mail is delivered every day by someone different and at different times.

It's better to burn out than fade away.

I ate a banana today. How long before I die from the radiation that was in it? Or at least turn into a hideous mutant?

RIP again (yeah, that banana won't do anything). Hoping you at least grow an extra toe though. That'd be pretty cool.

I'm hoping I turn into a hideously freakish mutant to be honest. Come on, Parry-Romberg, progress you stupid syndrome. With my luck, it'll just continue to mess my left eye up the most and slowly increase the pain it causes.

I have lots to do today.

I enjoyed going to the mall yesterday. It wasn't busy at all.

Morbid wood carvings or rag dolls is the question. I guess the latter for the sake of simplicity. I can do such far more easily within my bastion; I feel like doing something with the hat of an artisan. Also the sewing needle obsession made by my eccentricity.

Barry the knife fighting drug dealer rag doll it is.

Pssh, who needs all their headlights?

Expect no empathy from people who cannot distinguish between willful close-mindedness and rigidity from being stuck and trapped from it.

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I am going to an appointment for my feet today.

I grow radishes every year but seldom get around to eating any of them.

I don't know how to deal with all the negativity around me

I am burning myself up.
It doesn't take long for me to burn to ashes.

I tear free of the sticky rags of my old flesh.
My new body is smooth without and red within like a sweet fruit.
My limbs are strong as cables.
My senses are knives.