Strange isn't it, that juxtapose? The dark gulf between you and me, all the things a mind can imagine that can never be...It's almost as if this triangular hell of space, time and energy is a test of a sort. Can we ever conceive that true paradise is to cease to be?
They war, they do you know. To paw an old cliche two sides same coin. Is this reality a suicide note or is there really a throne and a purpose up there somewhere that goes beyond fucking and turning food into shit?
And why am I still here? I could have done it, yet if I had where would I have gone? Hell, heaven, nowhere?
So many questions and no answers. I'm so tired of being an angry puppet. A few people and dogs still living keep me chained, what would they say if the police found me dead after I blew out my brain?
Drunk again. You'd think I'd learn. Cheers to another blur of a year. Yes, despite the odds I'm still here.