More than I want to die, I want not to be a part of the omnicidal stupidity that seems to define humanity.

I really do want not to die, and I see a viable path forward with that as a result.

An illegal and seasonal path.

I last took a dose in July, and those malignant fucking thoughts are returning.

And nurses keep telling me that psilocybin clearly has not worked (all the while advocating a pill a day, pill a day, pill a day).

If you see a drowning man take a gasp of air, and the keep right on drowning that does not mean that the air did not work.

The system is fucked - but try not to let it eat you.