Translation:
 
 Looks like she’ll survive, with or without a brain.
 
 Are you still on your period?
 
 I’m on my way to pick up a bindle.
 
 To Speed or Not to Speed?
 
 I told Adam to come on over,
 
 I wasn’t going
 
 anywhere
 
 then proceeded to fret,
 
 as I did
 
 anytime
 
 he and Lince popped up
 
 together in a single thought,
 
 anyway
 
 I had only this day to make
 
 him remember me, however
 
 I could
 
 I knew it wasn’t a great idea,
 
 flying home, mostly high on
 
 the monster
 
 or crashing fast, the
 
 last tiny remnants of speed
 
 and I
 
 fighting to feel good,
 
 despite what the buzz
 
 had become—
 
 low, that is, so low it
 
 was hard to remember the
 
 best
 
 of it. So of course I chose to