pre-meeting soul searching from satan's anteroom

[alphabox]

you know something must be done when you find yourself reluctantly identifying with every obnoxiously pathetic country song piping through the randomly dispersed speakers in the water-damaged ceiling.

i'm seriously considering blowing something up and continuing on a spree of random acts of public violence.

look for me in the papers. preferably, not

Comments

[exclamationmark]

Where are you going?

[serenitydnb]

She's not going anywhere. She's staying in that God forsaken Jesus filled city. She also claims she doesn't drink anymore. It is my suspicion, and argument, that this lethal combination is analogous to diesel fuel and fertilizer, hence the subconscious background violence emerging into written language.

Or I could just be substituting my own fucked up existence on the matter.

2009

[alphabox]

heh.