Aripiprazole Nov 22, 2018 in Writing Blood On The Tracks Waiting for the bus, listening to blood on the tracks, the sun is out and the wind is cold. A girl read my tarot and it talked about love and sexuality and it freaked me out and I said I kind of just want to be a recluse. I bought salmon and cream cheese and bagels to make for lunch. I drank a lemon and ginger kombucha It’s good for your gut! Probiotics motherfucker! Like a shot of lightning to your soul! And I will quit smoking and drink chamomile tea Because fuck this shit, The other night I was too paranoid to sleep and in the morning I screamed because I thought I saw a ghost, But hey, that’s showbiz baby!