Slowly drowning in endless monotony. I don't think I could even smell the shit to save my own ass ( Read more... )

I renew my aversion to everyone. I swear upon my existence, that people are shit and I hate them all. Thank you very much.

blahdy mother fucking blah blah blah

pukey retched shit filled crap, ugly nasty filthy misery laden puss buckets of cunt.
fuck all
fuck all
fuck
all

sick and stuffed and filled with candy and pie and why oh why oh why

if it was a plea for help it was a useless one. and it was fake. why else would it be thrown on deaf ears. If he told her all he hears in her voice on the phone is someone else touching her at that moment, would it sound any deferent then his vague hints of unhappyness. where does the dream end and mental destruction begin? to feel a dick fill an ( Read more... )

i cant feel my legs i cant feel my legs

the rabit is in the hole

yah punk