He’s dead.
It’s alright to like people that are dead.
And in this odd, late hour, something came to me.
My greatest creative struggle is my isolation.
What I make in a vacuum is hot garbage.
I can play, and I can contribute..
But not by myself.
What I set out to make on my own doesn’t work,, it just doesn’t.
SO if I go to play with my friend tomorrow, there is union and connection..
And that’s what my best is.
It’s not what I sit down and desperately try to do.
It’s what I am with other people.
I think that’s my favorite part,,
So..isolation..
Spend some time on that.
I’d like to know why that is my action.
Pretty fucked up yo.
Fucked up thing to want to do.
(It’s because they suck soooo hard)
No,,nah…that’s a hater answer.
It’s because I’m lazy.
Too lazy to try or take part in this life in any shape or form.
Ya’ll bitches wear me out.
Can’t blame me.
Barbecue popcorn…
Tryina hurt people’s feelings..
Why would anyone want to be that?
It’s funny, sure,
But low.
Lower life form approach.
Aggression and suppression..
It’s weak, sorry if it hurts your feelings.
I’m sure it’s easier than having ideas.
(Drugs)
Yo,, you right.
I can’t say shit because I’m on drugs right now and rarely caught sober.
So i cna’t say shit.
My shit weak.
Freal.
Pissant stuff
dawn 