Entry 2.4333

My mind is filled with pipes where my thoughts flow through. Not all of them are connected and some of the stuff falls out in the spaces between. The problem is that only seepings are making sense.

 

I must start collecting now. One for me, two for you, together that's at least six, with one shorter than the others. My body's all wrong. The pieces fit together, but it's not in the right way. I'll keep slimming until it fits good. Skin is such an annoying luxury.***