When I was young, I was shaped by everything I saw, everyone I spent time with, everything people said to me. What am I? I am a collection of all of it. So if I want to become something else, I need to vomit it all out — every root, every nerve pattern, emotional pattern, doing pattern, cyclic pattern. Can I? Is can or cannot even important? Just vomit. Just vomiting. Vomiting. Erasing. Vomiting. Get the fucking out. Erase. Seek, monitor, get that fucking thing out. I’m not sure it will help me — but I must do it. It will hurt. It will confuse my nervous system, maybe. But I must vomit.