You're in some real fucking trouble. This isn't even about pleasure anymore. Just what kind of holes is this filling in for you? Right back at it, acting like some kind of fool. Cross my legs while you destroy yourself, use up all that weakness,
I know what's always on your mind. Everything that once was just a shadow, just a trick of the light, just a far-off noise. Turn on the lights, write it down, make a log, see your doctor.