I am in Ireland, and I adore it. I have to tear myself away from every city I'm in. I fall in love with everyone I meet, and then have to tear myself away from them, too. It's manic depression every day.

Hello... you rock! ...this is wonderful, great crack! ...fuck, got to go!"

In a way it's ideal, in another way, it's exhausting. The meeting and the tearing. I feel like a ripped up piece of shit. Flesh cut in to the bone. A raw piece of humanity. Refreshing.

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