like a serpent's skin to reveal the alter ego beneath been jonesin for to coup d'etat my Psyche. & I am aimin to ALLOW it, even if'n only fer a brief reprieve, see, provided it means I gots no idea WHO I am, WHERE I am, or even IF I am at ALLL. Such an emancipation is worth

alla the busted bones & broken teeth I would inevitably sustain whilst submerged in this overwhelming Fugue-Out wherein I remained ambulatory yet completely at the Mercy of my raging Id, which inevitably led me directly into ridin a whirlwind of tumult & twofisted, Dipsomaniacal Entropy.

Oblivion, as they say, was NOT a BUG, it was a FEATURE; the second best thing to actually bein deceased, see what I mean? It was thoroughly Nihilistic & inherently Suicidalist;; I scarcely made it out ALIVE, & at that bearin some FANTASTIC damage, my scars readin like a fleshy map