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Toxic
7 years ago
Let's get downright appalling. Let's get real nasty with one another. Get real good at being bad to people. Practice it like it's your only god damned art form. Take it seriously, get motivated, plan every burned bridge, tie cut, and knife planted in people's hearts. Aim to draw blood. If you're not planning how to literally drive someone to die from the shit you're spitting then...
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Live an die by it. Drive them to death, so you can hang yourself.
I just don't get what's happening. People at war with each other over shit so petty I think they're all idiots. But then it's at my door, and the play fight seems so real. I get to wondering how we're not all at each others throats with knives and cleavers and mad grinning smiles. How are we so fucked and so sane? It's saner to be mad. Naked rage and violence seems a saner course than the one we're on, where we pretend like anything matters while we tear one another apart over the color of our shirts. Shit's nuts. I feel like my camp is with the lunatics. To say it is too taboo even for me. But I wonder if these shits on the news are insane, or if they just owned up to how the world is. When the world is at its own throat, and all that keeps us civil seems to be the same fear that keeps the first penguin from toppling into the ocean, the fear of being the one torn to shreds in the first attack. We're cunning fucks, cowardly, looking to stab in the back, like our lives even matter or are worth saving, even as we treat life so callously as to take it for sport. Is this all life is worth? Is this all the good that's in it? Why do we even matter when the only people who feel that anything matters are lunatics howling at the moon? We all deserve to die. We've killed god. There's no coming back. And we don't go forward.
Holy shit. A balloon just popped and it was loud as shit. Back to reality. Fuck all of you. Don't diagnose me. I would rather be sick in a world this terminal. At least they'll say I died honest. They'll make a jesus of me, and then we'll know we're all fucked.
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Live an die by it. Drive them to death, so you can hang yourself.
I just don't get what's happening. People at war with each other over shit so petty I think they're all idiots. But then it's at my door, and the play fight seems so real. I get to wondering how we're not all at each others throats with knives and cleavers and mad grinning smiles. How are we so fucked and so sane? It's saner to be mad. Naked rage and violence seems a saner course than the one we're on, where we pretend like anything matters while we tear one another apart over the color of our shirts. Shit's nuts. I feel like my camp is with the lunatics. To say it is too taboo even for me. But I wonder if these shits on the news are insane, or if they just owned up to how the world is. When the world is at its own throat, and all that keeps us civil seems to be the same fear that keeps the first penguin from toppling into the ocean, the fear of being the one torn to shreds in the first attack. We're cunning fucks, cowardly, looking to stab in the back, like our lives even matter or are worth saving, even as we treat life so callously as to take it for sport. Is this all life is worth? Is this all the good that's in it? Why do we even matter when the only people who feel that anything matters are lunatics howling at the moon? We all deserve to die. We've killed god. There's no coming back. And we don't go forward.
Holy shit. A balloon just popped and it was loud as shit. Back to reality. Fuck all of you. Don't diagnose me. I would rather be sick in a world this terminal. At least they'll say I died honest. They'll make a jesus of me, and then we'll know we're all fucked.
