noon pony giant sycamore

genitalia within the context of being between people's legs

i feel hopelessly addicted to things i have no concept of
i feel like i am addicted to money somehow
i feel like i am addicted to happiness somehow
i feel like i am addicted to movies somehow
if i stop being addicted to these things i will die
i don't like this idea
i would rather be alive and sustain my existence and consciousness
and pursue definite goals
without having to feel that if i stopped doing something i will stop existing also
i feel like i am definitely addicted to food
i feel like i am definitely addicted to air
i feel like i am definitely addicted to water
now this is just getting ridiculous
there are physical laws about these things
i have to exist
i have to
where will all this take me?
i feel like i am going to die
i feel like i am addicted to sex or something

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