Why are we all so disgusting? Why are we all so greased up and sweaty and fucking so furiously on this barren rock that's hurtling towards the sun at a million miles an hour?
Why do we do this? Why do we care what happens? Why don't we use pure premium butter instead of low fat 1/2 cost margarine to grease ourselves up?
What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with everyone? What the fuck?
I'm so sweaty. I'm dripping sweat. I'm covered in a thick sticky layer of it. Its drips off of me like molasses. I can't feel my toes. My left eye is lazy. None of my clothes fit me anymore. I might be dead before I wake up. I worry that anyone I wake up beside is out to get me. Someone is always following me. Who is following me? And why me for fucks sake? I always try to be nice........ except when I feel the demons come out. I feel them more regularly now. I feel them take the reigns and steer me towards the most fucking vile thoughts I can imagine. And I get off on it. I trip. Tros trippant. I take it as a challenge of my power. And I accept. And I hurt people. And it doesn't feel good. And I somewhere in there the devils chuckle and put another notch on the inside of my stomach.
Its nice to write it out. It doesn't seem so weird when I write it down.
What am I doing. Why am I writing this on the internet. This will probably be used against me... soon.
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