I write things and think that they suck.
I listen to bad music and drink too much.
I eat mostly raw meat.
Like Ginsberg said: I gave you all and now I’m nothing.
I don’t have a point.
Your memory turns my blood to venom. Caustic ravening rot bloodblack shooting through my ragged torn veins until the decompression sickness brings me low and I have to find a bottle.
When did FTW stop meaning fuck the world?
What I mean is fuck the world.
Anyone want to set me on fire? I can pay.