Knee jerk reaction avoided through one hour session.

Binge on whatever keeps you suspended. You know where, that place above all of the fucking bullshit. It is a good place, clean, and without remorse. I desire an ethereal bolster; loosening the threads, I allow myself to be pulled, and propped up. I feel each and every one of your fingers supporting me. You, my precious ones, are my binge.

I understand my metaphors are open to interpretation. Most of you are magnificent in that respect. Your creativity inspires me. Just be careful of what you project on me. Delusion resides on every corner, piles of it. The boundless and beautiful waves of your beguiling tales crash against my head.

p.s. apparently we have been places.