the barn door:

i have come out of a two week blacklout: two weeks of bi-polar mania and industrial grade street stimulant. and i check the impact on the screens, the screens that we fixate on for for untold hours and I see that all my personal garbage is out in public stinking up the fucking street.

I left the barn door open it’s the horse is gone. I have a blog here that looks like the contents of a crisis call and it’s out. I can’t take it back I feel I shouldn’t take it down because everybody knows someone that has struggled with the things that I struggle with and so i’ll keep it out there so that people will understand

I am I’m not gonna take it down. It’s freeing to present my truth.

I guess it’ll be great opposition research when I launch a senate campaign, then, maybe I’ll take it down. But for now I guess it’s out there sweaty bloody fucking truth of the disgusting fucking drug addict that’s me that’s who I am. thats who i am on facebook, instagram and flatbush avenue.

it isn't like anybody reads this anyway.