The coolest name of all time?
🤔🤔🤔🤔
Ender.
Maybe… still a neat name..
Because motherfucker,I will end you.
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A stark contrast to painful living?
The fact that there really are people that can handle it.
As in,
There’s people with enough discipline to hold life down and still utilize intoxication.
I am a believer.
I know that there are portals and places you can only find by being fucked up.
I acknowledge the dangers and I absolutely yield to the bitter truth..
“Not only does it destroy, but It can make you “OK” with the destruction”
The father of lies…
But…
There are still beautiful places to be found. There are cathartic endeavors and things that you can only find when you’re alone.
If a weaker life tries,, if an inexperienced driver tries to steer such a powerful machine?
Homeless.
Terry Davis.
Tragedy.
Straight living is pretty tragic too though.
Giving up the color,,
Equally miserable to the depravity of chronic intoxication.
(The Bible said “give strong drink to the man with a heavy heart”)
Try saying that at an AA meeting, doesn’t go over so well…
Yawn…
Alright.. at the end of it,,
Some people will not fit in.
They just won’t.
These systems we’ve built and these cathedrals we’ve erected,,
It’s not for everyone.
Just going off of Math,
Many homeless will be outside.
Many crazies, many tragedies, many losers and victims.
I’m not bitter about it.
I’m jealous of the people that can balance. Eternally.
You can fly without falling,
You can dance without burning your house down, you can play freely without making your life only about play.
Jelly.
Color me jelly.
I’m not that.
Wish I was..
I’m “all or nothing”.
Fucking drag, so I’m going to go to sleep for a bit, so I don’t have to think.So the pacing can stop, so I can stop trying to understand.
Sleep.
And a fuckin kitty cat.
Nap life crap life,
Curdled into a ball, a billion things to do outside but choosing none of them.
Safe.
Cozy.
No noise cept the purring.
Pretty far from them hating ass motherfuckers. Earthly delight. Failure nap. Shame blankets. Guilt Pillows. Regret pajamas.
Draw the shades, you have a day to spare. Cast it aside. You’re time rich, you can discard this. Go to sleep..
(Yo…)
I know right???
If Satan was real,, that’d probably be the kind of shit he’d talk to you lololol.
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I’d be a trash goblin before I’d be a Kardashian.
Imagine getting those people’s simulation…bleh..
It’s not them that nauseates me..
It’s the people watching and the reason they watch.
It’s you.
And it’s why you…
Cunt punt a xylophone , right between the keys,, thwump!!
There are things that an asteroid would fix…
There are things that a plague would fix..
(But not the spirit..)
That spirit would not be allowed to thrive!! If things weren’t so fucking cushy.
We would have no tolerance for such bullshit!!
If we had real problems..
If we existed in a real fashion.
With real eyes…
If you actually saw..
If you really saw what was around you, and what “now” feels like…
If you really fucking looked..
In real life..
Fiction resonates for a reason.
dawn 