Kevin Drunk texts,,three paragraphs boiling down to
“We should buy a race car and become race car people”
ANd it’s tough to hear him cry about his dead girlfriend,, because I kinda thought she was a nightmare.
What do ya do?
I mean what can you say?
“Yeah dude, it’s really sad that parasitic and toxic relationship is over”
Tragic…
Wave your three fingers around and an asteroid pulls just a little in this direction.
Mumble prayers and focus on you..
I see… I see your face.
Use all your willpower to beg an asteroid to adjust course,,just a little, just a little over thisss way.
No scorn like that, no wrath.
And if it’s a passing vibe, you have to wonder about the other ones, you have to wonder how many people REALLY feel that way..
You cold find the answer, if you counted all the poor fucks that had to deal with you.
You are the reason.
You’re the reason everything will fail.
You will breakdown mankind.
It’s your destiny.
But have fun! Alright? Have some fuckin fun!
Sell a remote that turns these mother fuckers off.
Sell a walking talking mute button.
Tell that mother fucker “I’m over here”
Holla if ya hear me.
Pssssss,,
Void.
Null.
Blacked out.
Shave my face with a cheese shredder and toss the flesh on you as you walk by.
Splat. Flesh and blood.
Bleh…
I hate it all.
Hate hate hate..
Hate hate hate hate hate,,
And there’s millions of versions of me.
And they all hate you.
dawn 