Jul 07, 2006 04:21
I don't know. I can't relate, can you? We can't be friends. Am I the only one seeing this? Turn off the fucking TV and go outside for a minute.
If I could fix your problems, World, we could be best friends. But, unfortunately, you're asking too much of me. I can't fixed your fucked-up people.
Your mighty God infested us with sin, so we can swim in a world of our own filth. He spits on our face on every other occasion to let us know he's been warned about the havoc we'll cause... we're going to pull a Jonas, betray our mentor. Next time you think you're being blessed with rain in the middle of a drought, make sure you watch the news that night, because it's probably the backwash of another country's tsunami. Just because His aim is bad, doesn't mean he won't eventually get you. God: The Almighty Sniper.
I wish I could fucking sleep.