| i close my eyes in pieces
getting ready for the roast
where apathy surges, hunger pangs, and night fears co-exist
my lobotomy
my prefrontal, two-dimensional pet
my mistake, I thought you were human..
water, death, birth, pigs, etc.
either you read heraklitus or you haven't yet.
or you won't.
or you're in a long-term relationship with yourself.
because you like it like that, or can't bear to say
I accidentally forgot, for a moment, that some people require constant
maintenance, and some people do not.
Like losing a wedding ring in a woodchipper.
Oh well, it was only SENTIMENTAL and ACTUAL value that it had.
I shouldn't be greedy. What else do I have that I could devote all that
life and reality to? Nothing alive. Nobody else seems to get this stuff.
Go back to that plushy, cushy place in your brain,
admit, confess, report the following:
I am not having a difficult time. I really am so misanthropic right now, that
I'll be as evil to you as I want to be, knowing you're just an animal
that will soon forget, especially if I'm careful with my language,
comrade.
How do people who cry themselves to sleep force themselves out of bed in the morning,
and why? What could they possibly have to be looking forward to? the same moment,
in reverse, at least twice a day.
I'm not here! I don't exist!
Terrors, dues, responsibilities?
Not for me, I'm well-represented <beam> :D!!!!!@
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| fuck, I don't even remember why I do anything anymore. School bores me. People bore me so much that I resort to becoming sociopathic just to look normal. American life is like a cruel disease that only befriends you to lull you into comfort as you are smothered and choked out of life. Why? To keep things this intolerable. The best shall rise above. Ubermenschen. Social Darwinism. Pan-Determinism. Is it the same as in America... EVERYWHERE else? It certainly isn't in Mexico. If someplace so close, separated by just an abstract line, can make a difference in one's psychology and sense of rights and responsibilities in the world, then the rest of the world might truly not have been going through the same shitstorm of life we've been going through. We probably look like fools, internationally. We probably are. All I need in life right now is money. So school, money, room, money, work, money, honey, home. and then back to the money because anything can be less painful if pronounced properly.
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| I just drew an aryan star of recursive devolutionary fascial arranging
without a circle. it's called constant tarot, and that's just the first step.
look at your reflection on acid, and learn complete muscle control of
your face stop like an actor or just tell people it''s los matrijos stiosto
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