Purpule mighty pills Im sorry I disapeared but I guess i was   just cherishing the few and extremely fragile peace of mind the new meds were giving me for the past 2 weeks, protecting it with so much fear of breakin it that I just hid from the world as much as I could, I can even say that I suspected at times I even felt something that seemed like hapiness or something similar whatever that really is.

The psychiatrist turned into my personal angel and his sweet pills were little bubbles to float away from this fucked up world of violent endless depression Ive been calling home since I can remember.

and yeah  I put my life in his hands cuz if i carry it in mine it always ends up face down on the floor. And I entered his office and I cheaply sold him my heart... for magic purple beans that could lead me to heaven in the greatest plant of joy. This was so much better that prozac this actually seemed FOR THE FIRST TIME like a cure for being me, unfortunatly it only lasted about those 2 weeks since the dose i was taking doesnt seem to be enough anymore Ive been forced to slowly fall back into the reality hole of third world countries and bad brain chemistry...

Wellcome back prince Rotten, the rats said...  as they piled up like a grey tower tumbling at the edge of madness, like the sculpture of misery that I had become or maybe always was, hoplessly inmmune to all human effort to return me to "sanity" whatever the fuck that is or ever was.

 and so Im back           at my Kingdom        

with the brigthest crown and a hole by heart.


                                           Wellcome Home Rotten.   and     FUCK YOU.