IN RESPONSE TO BEING TAGGED ABOUT PSYCHOLOGISTS RECOMMENDING COLORING AS THE BEST ALTERNATIVE TO MEDITATION

I'm not sure when life's poison became my medicine, my only savior. The side affect is that beauty often becomes nothing more than Evil's dangling fruit, the true path to sorrow. I've always longed to be murdered by my sweet old mother. Why not crush your soul completely? I want to make sure I'm fully pulverized before I go on to the next level. I want to dissolve into it easily, instantly, completely, so that there's absolutely nothing left.