So I guess all the Tasmanian bullshit I spouted fell under the moniker of what goes around this time right? I mean I know you know I announced by now this is the end of the world…well this world. For now? Well. I don’t know. But would it make you feel like you got drug behind a dumpster and stabbed if I said it was?
I mean if I said I'm too happy to make this happen…I'm too open…I repressed the hate…would it count? Or would I just be another cunt that sold out to feelings instead of giving in to what I think I feel I want…need…seethe? I mean I could probably do it and then end up with a gun in my mouth like Cobain.
Of course no one would give a fuck as I don’t smell like teen spirit…and of course I see through the ruse of killing in the name of art. So yeah with that said…you'll just have to wait for me to die like kids moms. All what eleven of them?
Yeah so these are short. Like me. And got a chip off their fucking shoulder like you…I mean I didn’t see you there when I threw that axe…seriously…I mean I'm not sorry but can we still be friends?
RSS Feed
