recently realising this is my only legacy, the blog actually kind of died.

i guess going through hell will take a certain amount of painful hours anyways.
best get crackin'... no fucking way.

everything sounds like everything and everybody else. repeat....... deep frustration, please, in need of inspiration. cut your catface open, cry blood, alive in the void.

dope. nod your head slowly. vibes. flies. fuckers and suckers. soak it all in your infections.

rebuild the dust into pretty shapes, exhibit some order and win awards.

don't listen to yourself. monitor reactions. keep track of that great pulsating collective mind.

pay in flat metals that has a worth greater than its real weight. build planes out of papers and use the wind out of your own struggling lungs

light is all you need.

buy cheap castles and bomb your neighbors with acid.

hang a horse by the tail until it turns into a desert.

restless, tired, in need of apples

sick sick siccccccck

who cares
nothing pretty here

lost
lost lost lost

alone, restless, bothered and bored

beer, music, nicotine
just to feel remotely alive

haunt yourself with the dead ghosts within.