This, is an outrage.

Sometimes my mind is blown; just completely enraged at the world. It breaks my head in two all the time, and all I want to do is not be here. The fucking everything doesn't work. It beats and beats and beats, the beast, over and over until there is nothing to eat. I mean eat and beat? Same difference right? You've all got your wheels and your fumes and you take and make what you want. You don't look at what you had or even ever really what you've got. Buying and selling the World you don't own. In fact, swallow this, you don't own shit. You are completely empty and broke. Wear your hats, make your love, follow death, fear it too, and when you get there and see it holding your hand... Ask not what God can do for your country, but what has God done? Or even, is God you? Or Satan, same and the won... Make believe it's not your fault. Tell them you care, but you just had to pay your bills. You'd like to give them back their hands and their childhood and no one is all evil right? But, what the fuck do I know. I am just a scared shitty man like you tucked away in his room only wanting a way out.


The moral of the story is...stop buying shit and live in the woods.

Cairless?

Simply put, this is how I like it.
Don't pine, or dote...or call.
It puts me off.
Let me be stand-offish.
It makes more sense to me.

I like my walls,
they are comforting.

Contradictorily, make sure I don't,
live to coldly.
I'll put myself in places that I can't,
see out of.
So, ummm...Lend me your sweater occasionally.