dawn

Ironically, I don’t even watch horror movies, minus a few classics.

I think the filmmaking is shit, often.

I think it’s a trope-fest and it typically bores me.

I watch a cult documentary if I want to be scared, because it’s real.

And I write down horrible things when I’m in a mood,

none of that is real or ever was real.

just playing with imagination.

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On isolation.

My people were drug people, nearly all of them, 90%

And I had texts and friends and invites and places to be,

After Scott died and I got mega pussy whipped,, I dunno,

I cut them all out.

And that’s how you delay junkie behavior, step one, cut the junkies out of your life.

Punk fucks in general, anyone bringing the hate, poof,, you gone. Can’t hurt me and you can’t sit here. Easy as pie.

Making new connections isn’t so easy,but that’s alright, I still prefer it, still better than what came before, where I am is better. Promise.

Fuck a congrats.

Fuck opinion.

I could not picture a reality where it matters..

Then again, I have done a lot of acid in my lifetime.

What was the legally insane threshold?

Hang on.

Ahhh, debunked. Urban legend.

It all depends on the person.

That was a long time ago.

Your life is boring compared to video games?

Your life is boring compared to being on drugs.

Fuckin drugs man,,,

(This stuff’s made in New York City )

New York City?!

Get a rope.

I keep getting this daydream of smashing people with my head.

I got an odd shaped head, like a giant deformed Lima bean, thankfully a strong neck to go with it.

But I keep getting this thought, using my body like an upright hammer, smashing people with my own face, there’s something about it, pretty satisfying .

No elbows or fists or knees, just a goddamn skull .

Pretty cool

Birds walking on lily pads while a crocodile waits underneath.

The narrator says “the sinister hiding in the beauty” good line