It's almost been a year
I cannot believe I even found the ability to confide in silicone and various computer parts. I'm sick to my stomach. It's over, it's all over. Hello, Armageddon. If I were to run, could you shoot me please? I like it slow, so aim low, preferably the stomach. My eyes are burning with the same poison that leaks into my veins. Oh god, oh god, my poet is dying. Can't you grasp it at all? We grew up, we died. In all this conformity I think I found myself. I'm part of the fucking jigsaw. Let me fit! Oh let me fit! I just have to change a few more things and I'll be good. I can him shaking his head. His lips move to the words 'Who are you?' Well who are you? Who are you to talk. Hey christians, we liked your ideas so we hung your savior. What's that my Jewish friends? I think the holocaust caught up real well. Islam? Are you kidding me? How about a full-fledged invasion. It's so much prettier when it's burning, so much more beautiful. I lost it all, and then I was anew. Not! The concept is dead, it's six feet under. But I'm six one, so am I still allowed to breathe? Now that would be a priviledge, wouldn't it? Have to be the same. But not all the same, we can't get too communistic on each other, now can we. This joke is so not funny. Hello lies, hello truth... Which one of you is fake again?