From now on I will only be able to post into my digital journal on fridays and saturdays, I will now be occupied in the whole week with labor and dealing with madness-fuelling maggots. So, now I will prepare myself for the upcoming color business mornings, chocoholic lunching evenings and insomniac wandering nights. I will continue to care for the symbolic bettles on my backyard, feed the community of felines in the underground shelter, stressfully relief myself on art, curl my contortionable body into secluded spaces and speak in my makeshift language to Intuicia when I find the time to. Now, a few made up sneezed thoughts from the cold I caught:

"The quiet stone may dream."
"Remain soft after crimson breath."
"Cannot chant the morning rain song."
"Shall you melt in the warm moon night?"
"The hidden river requisite gentle touch."
"Let the silver kind wander."
"There is a bright light inside your little blue heart."
"Feel the paper flower perfume."
"The star cloud will rain."

Good midnight, beasts!

This morning I was greeted with nature's humid song but it wasn't the direct cause of my awakening. I was planning on hibernating for the day but I changed my mind when I saw the droplets coming down the green window's glass. I am overwhelmed with joy. I got to put on my boots and coat. I ate almost a pound of fritters. I collected enough water for a whole season of rites, and for a whole cluster as well. Intuicia guided me to the underground shelter of felines, a view both comforting and melancholic as a bunch of them were diseased. I took my guardian there and we fed them with all the leftovers of the last rites, something I assume is going to turn into a habit as we adore those fluffy cleansing beings. The curly brown cat was there too, it seemed like it was very respected by the other kittens. I decided to give it a nickname, I chose 'Duk'. It didn't allow me to approach it so I wasn't able to find out if it was femme or homme though. It was an extremely joyful date. Good midnight, beasts!

I almost changed my mind about posting today, but I feel the need to get this out of my chest. In my last post I wrote that I had to remember to salute and bid adieu to the visitant of today. I forgot, so I spent the entirety of the sunny hours of this date as an involuntary distraction for the visitant, who is extremely talkative. The visitant's talkativeness is so extreme to the point it is both annoying and hurtful to the humanoid ear. Now I will have to go to sleep with ice and cotton in both my ears so that they won't be sore or bleed too much. Since I was occupied with the visitant the whole day I don't have anything else interesting to note today. Good midnight, beasts!

This morning I had another contemplative cosmic therapy session, which was more pleasant than the last one. Not that the last one was poor, it just wasn't as great as today's one. We ended up focused on the subject of empathic interconnection and Saoirse, my cousin and colleague, shared her impressions of its present state, which is mostly liquid. Additionally, I experimented a new flavour of frozen musical cycle, I believe the tag said "Weighted Metal" or something similar to that. I stood another thirty minutes in front of the antique TV observing the rain just to pass the time quietly but I was once again interrupted by the stupid broadcast siren. I swear to Annie, if this terrific noise ceases my directed attention one more time I am going to lose my patience. Now I just have to remind myself to salute and bid adieu to the visitant tomorrow so they don't bug me for the rest of the day. Good midnight, beasts!

A portion of my palate was infected with the taste of serpentious battery, but I did not ingest any promiser venom recently, in fact, the only time I did it was in an interspatial trip I had with my cousins. I researched about it in the arachne domain but every single one I asked told me that it wouldn't leave any long-lasting effects, so it’s impossible for that aged tidbit I consumed years ago to have remained lodged in my throat all this time. Changing subjects, I did not post yesternight because I went on an experimental trip with my warden to test new nostrums for my spectrum component malady. All that I am legally permitted to share is that it did not go well. Fine thing my limit handler received an enhancement recently so it wasn't so shambolic. Good midnight, beasts!

I was unable to post into my journal yesterday, I had a lot of domestic labor. Some things did happen that caught my attention. Primarily, the outdoor straw basket was filled and overflowed with those colorful sticks I cannot recall the name due to the aphasia I got after the contemplative cosmic therapy session I had four moons ago. On the other hand, the indoor straw basket was just filled with boring old waste fluid. Also, a few hours ago my mouth turned blue and my teeth turned red and I think it was because of the frozen musical cycle I ate, but I have no real evidence to prove that theory. Even though it was a busy day I was somehow still able to delight myself in the erupting clown sphere I found half buried in a crushed stone path. It was very nerve calming. Good midnight, beasts!

I didn't do much today, almost nothing useful at all. At least I have the good news that I wasn't disturbed by Eros's night horrors last night, I hope to have the same luck today. I experimented for the first time in a while, I dove my fingers inside the jellyfish pot in the morning but that didn't make me feel anything other than a weak spark shocking me, contrasting to my expectations. At least it left the side effect of a ringing in my right ear for a few minutes, even though I theorized that it would be in both ears. I also think I saw the curly brown cat rummage through my trash again, but I got distracted by the stupid broadcast siren so it ran away before I could catch another glimpse. I wish I had a cacophony joke to put in the end but I forgot to make it so I'll have to leave it for tomorrow. Good midnight, beasts!

I have no idea what to write about, I don't know what is real or what was made up by my disordered mind with uncontrollable creativity syndrome. I wish to have the answers, but do the answers wish to have me? I'm not even close to sure about that. Currently my perspective and senses have been being slightly altered from time to time, something that causes me almost hourly episodes of déjà vu and the constant feeling of derealization. Art brings me the momentary peaceful stress that serves to distract me for a few minutes. The sound of the analog TV rain makes me wind out as well, but the feeling is more similar to a trance. Pretty numbing, I might say. Well, I guess I'll have to finish this with "Good luck on your first day!" to myself as I have finally noticed the days passing by. Good midnight, beasts!