ANGST.

nothing much to say drafts and half-finished scribblings stacking up cause everything feels drab and silence is always better anyways ALSO IT’S A GOOD WAY TO COMMUNICATE WITH ROCKS no pictures in this post YA FUCKERS YOU’RE NOT REALLY FUCKERS, I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE MY OWN TOILET it’s a day of self-loathing and fear and fearful aw shit a good day for suicide i’d say OR A PICNIC let’s look for life in loaded barrels hey no in whiskey kegs YA FUCKERS whiskey helps you live the water of life my sub for salvific lies no whiskey here my friend the whiskey’s gone SOME BASTARD CAME IN HERE LAST NIGHT AND DRANK IT ALL THE GODDAMN BASTARD FUCK HIM. what else is there to help us live oh that’s right the bible god jesus church prayer ALSO THE POPE i keep forgetting my bad whoops bible FLUSHED god got PISSED ON jesus WEPT in lonely solitude church BURNT down and prayer ECHOED HOLLOWLY inside subconscious AND POPE GOT POOP ON PECKER door to hope slammed shut BAM YA FUCKERS it’s an idiotic institution can ya help me no ya can’t i say and they say poor poor lost little soul poor confused little lost sheep SHEEP ARE NICE if i’m a sheep then paint me black and might as well give me some teeth too eh cause that way i can rip your flesh NICELY with more than just these words that never seem to work goddammit why won’t they work MAYBE THEY’RE BROKEN? it’s a shitty salvation ‘t is oh jesus it’s a crazy thing to call a life exotic life’s uncertain silence life’s a violent riot life’s the helping hand that never lifts you up a sense of sorrow when the sorrow shouldn’t be WELL SHIT HERE’S TO LIFE ANYWAYS, AND LOTS OF LAUGHTER DROPS