When you’re not well, you scream with everything you’ve got, you just do it where no one can see you.
People deserve it, cause they’re the fuckin worst and always will be.
Everywhere you look, they are sad, irritating, or both.
On one hand, you’re right to hate, on the other-it’s stupid.
And time will kill them all.
Sunset is nice, the cat is nice, the music is great,
But your head?
Your head is madness, merely from being around these monkeys.
Osmosis.
They’re rubbing off on you and the parenthesis man is nowhere to be found, no argument, no words of wisdom…
Just a rock full of cocksuckers, flying through space, treating each other like dogshit.
There’s a cycle and it waxes and wanes,,
I hate being right.
Hate the internals.
Pressure with no valve, tension with no release.
Misery,then bed, then consciousness, then misery, then bed,…
Ugh….
It won’t beat me.
I don’t give a fuck, it won’t.
Ride this dick all you’d like.
Makes me laugh.
Ugh…
Dashed against the rocks.
Transactional for life.
dawn 