Fuck outta here.
He knew what he was doing,he simply misjudged
Fuck your implication.
Just like how I know that I operate.
It’s not fucking around in the danger zone,it’s just, it’s just about trying to be level.
If someone gave me all the drugs I wanted,I’d take a half a Xanax in the morning and another half in the evening.
Then I’d swan dive into a pile of cocaine and wash it down with a heroin milkshake.
Because I know myself.
That’s why I want an industrial metal box that dispenses half a Xanax twice a day.
Tamperproof.
Sure, then I’d be happy.
Don’t blame the drug,you silly fucks.
(blame the addict?)
Might as well blame ” chance”.
Blame the Dice at a casino.
Blame genetics and childhood.
Fix those two things and you’ve got no problems.
Fix mental illness first.
Make the gene alterations and try to ensure that no more of me have to march through this fucker.
We’d be doing each other a favor.
Use a microscope.
Find the root.
Trim it.
Sounds so simple.
Truncate the code.
Apply a hot fix.
Put an end to these people once and for all.
It would be the best thing for all parties involved.
If only you had a bit of self control..
Maybe in a few hundred years.
Maybe people will get wise.
There are things that can’t be fixed. So they should be prevented.
Very simple math
dawn 