You fucks listen up, you feel sick, like you just
swallowed a rotten mouthful of bad news. Drained of energy like an old battery
thrown in a ditch; sit and stew slowly leak what left of the blood that
once made you so fucking valuable. Beginning to think you might die soon, you know, return to wince you came and so forth, that same old shitty tune. Like unoriginal a seven year old's religion, after religion speaks of the promise of death and how once your shitty life is over you will be welcomed as a hero, as long as you are a wake ass follower, of course if not, then to the PIT with you mother fucker. But don't be concerned with that
My generation is Fucked
My generation is the internet suicide chat line and to be
quite honest with you its going to be ok.
We eat pills we eat pills we will eat pills we forgot we ate pills. Well gosh this is a thrill how about we fuck
and kill. Wish ill will on steel that builds cites where people go to sleep, fuck and die, where the meager retch of humanity spoil, turn the soil so unfertile.
AHH god I can’t do this right now, I think you
will really like this. Drunk as shit at 12:00 pm: you’re a saint but… you are also
a good person. Genus you know?
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