dude where's my epitaph.
looks like i got lost in the realm of possibility! CAN I EVER BE FORGIVEN. now feel like a television & don't get to be entertained just wait to see what comes next have i ever mentioned how terrible i am at waiting. eat silence like a brick through your window someone's gotta forcefeed you REALITY. spoon-as-airplane style ladies & gentlemen lend me your ears, mine seem to have gone missing what's that dead souls keep caaaaaalling me but their messages are utterly unintelligible. guilty as DIIIIIISCHARGED! & i'm skipping merrily out of everywhere, you don't care where i'm going i don't care where i've been. evenly mismatched evenly mishatched get back in your goddamn egg we don't want you here. kisses!!!!
just another cat without a mouse. i don’t just grasp the concept i take it by the throat and throttle it mercilessly, it begs for mercy but i say what do i look like a nun, grip harder, faster, stronger, longer, built to last not too fast what you need’s a grenade blast. FROM THE PAST. hello former self may i give you a greeting punch or are we not on good terms still. i always forget. that’s something we have in common. stop pretending the world stopped turning a while ago now it's sleeping peacefully & no amount of vicious kicks to the head will wake it up they'll only make things worse i know i've been there
& applying to graduate school seems like the biggest waste of my time since waking up but hey i've fucked up my life too much up to this point to do anything else! congratulations self, you're reaping what you've sown now with more broken glass, resentment, & braindeath. can't we all be one big happy family. or are Big & Happy those words polite conversation hides from behind couches you forgot you had. hey can i crash here? --i don't know, are you the Challenger? --hell yeah. & thus a deal is done, a war is won, & no one here has any fun. this is starting to sound awfully familiar.
just another cat without a mouse. i don’t just grasp the concept i take it by the throat and throttle it mercilessly, it begs for mercy but i say what do i look like a nun, grip harder, faster, stronger, longer, built to last not too fast what you need’s a grenade blast. FROM THE PAST. hello former self may i give you a greeting punch or are we not on good terms still. i always forget. that’s something we have in common. stop pretending the world stopped turning a while ago now it's sleeping peacefully & no amount of vicious kicks to the head will wake it up they'll only make things worse i know i've been there
& applying to graduate school seems like the biggest waste of my time since waking up but hey i've fucked up my life too much up to this point to do anything else! congratulations self, you're reaping what you've sown now with more broken glass, resentment, & braindeath. can't we all be one big happy family. or are Big & Happy those words polite conversation hides from behind couches you forgot you had. hey can i crash here? --i don't know, are you the Challenger? --hell yeah. & thus a deal is done, a war is won, & no one here has any fun. this is starting to sound awfully familiar.