labor day
i know this is true cause i can feel it pulling on my heart and not on my hands. i feel like everything wil very soon end. everything will come to an absolute complete stop. nothing will survive or exist afterwards. i feel like maybe its not everything that has to die but for me it dies cause i die. i have to die. i am like the sacrafice. like the 21st century crusifixtion. and im jesus. im not saying that im like all powerful but just that he was minding his own buissness building shit and then he was crusafied and everyone was happier. so i have to go away for people to be happy. im going to dig a deep hole and never come out. the world will be better. the truth is so pure that an example can even be clamied while on the phone with elyse the power went out when i was talking about the world ending. coincidence, i think not. we've all been sitting around for long enough we even started fighting over nonsensical stuff so its way past our expiration date. were alk expendable.
something big like a comet has to crash into our planet and start a new. maybe there wont be a new maybe it will just be nothing forever. we've crapped up this world so bad i dont understand how we can still breathe. nothings new everthings been done before and it was done better then and not redone and revamped for the it-kid. just how many times can you bring back flare jeans? how many times can you redo a room on trading spaces? infinite. forever in hell. we've created this hell for ourselves they'll be doing trading spaces for rooms that have already been done. and they'll point out all the flaws and realize how full of holes and cracks our perfect world is built upon. we cant ever get out of this rut unless the entire world together stands up at the same time from the gutter and step out onto the warm grass and play. until then we're just crapping on ourselves until we're dead. in this case happens quickly from all the shit we pile on ourseles. all the ties we make severed and gnawed at. no safe haven for your children they fight the rats fr bread. but ont worry there will be no suffering. it will be sudden and swift and no one will no what happened cause everything will end.we've had our revolts and our governments and tyrannis and times of being let down. its all been done before and history is repeating itslef and the only way that can happen is for us to die. every day, week, month, year we are killed and born again. we decide what happens and sometimes fate may even have an ultimate plan for us that we have no control of. we just grow and die. and breathe and choke. for every up there is a down and we've been built up an impressive pile of shit to fall down from. i hope im not around to see the world at its very worst. i hope i die before. ill neer have children cause i wont want to be turning in my grave cause a part of me is suffering out there for a bread crumb cause i felt the need to continue the family tree. impending doom, i said it. i feel like i have to be killed to aid the world in healing but then that would mean i think im some spectacular person, which im not so i lied i guess. but you know its always the insignifcant ones that make it happen, make it possibl inthe end. i cant imagine feeling anyother way. and as i get so personal i hear the sound telling me that someone got back kicking me from my rut making me land in the middle of a rambling lunatic (thats me) and i cant help but think that i dont belong here. whether its a large scale of living or dead or a small scale of CT and CA of maybe spiritual and im not meant to be in this mind set or mood and this person has to die. like a nsake shedding a skin and starting a new. my hands are wrinkly they remind me of an 80 year old ladies hands.
something big like a comet has to crash into our planet and start a new. maybe there wont be a new maybe it will just be nothing forever. we've crapped up this world so bad i dont understand how we can still breathe. nothings new everthings been done before and it was done better then and not redone and revamped for the it-kid. just how many times can you bring back flare jeans? how many times can you redo a room on trading spaces? infinite. forever in hell. we've created this hell for ourselves they'll be doing trading spaces for rooms that have already been done. and they'll point out all the flaws and realize how full of holes and cracks our perfect world is built upon. we cant ever get out of this rut unless the entire world together stands up at the same time from the gutter and step out onto the warm grass and play. until then we're just crapping on ourselves until we're dead. in this case happens quickly from all the shit we pile on ourseles. all the ties we make severed and gnawed at. no safe haven for your children they fight the rats fr bread. but ont worry there will be no suffering. it will be sudden and swift and no one will no what happened cause everything will end.we've had our revolts and our governments and tyrannis and times of being let down. its all been done before and history is repeating itslef and the only way that can happen is for us to die. every day, week, month, year we are killed and born again. we decide what happens and sometimes fate may even have an ultimate plan for us that we have no control of. we just grow and die. and breathe and choke. for every up there is a down and we've been built up an impressive pile of shit to fall down from. i hope im not around to see the world at its very worst. i hope i die before. ill neer have children cause i wont want to be turning in my grave cause a part of me is suffering out there for a bread crumb cause i felt the need to continue the family tree. impending doom, i said it. i feel like i have to be killed to aid the world in healing but then that would mean i think im some spectacular person, which im not so i lied i guess. but you know its always the insignifcant ones that make it happen, make it possibl inthe end. i cant imagine feeling anyother way. and as i get so personal i hear the sound telling me that someone got back kicking me from my rut making me land in the middle of a rambling lunatic (thats me) and i cant help but think that i dont belong here. whether its a large scale of living or dead or a small scale of CT and CA of maybe spiritual and im not meant to be in this mind set or mood and this person has to die. like a nsake shedding a skin and starting a new. my hands are wrinkly they remind me of an 80 year old ladies hands.