twonicus

my mind is quiet and still. my mind is quiet and still. my mind is quiet and still.

somedays there's nothing you can do, but put up the sign for the thirteen hour sale. sometimes it takes everything you have, just to make it to the door. the air you breathe tastes like poison and the people passing all seem like killers... inside this drunken taxi, hurtling towards the edge of the ravine... all of this must go and everyone must die, we're all getting set up for the midday rush where the closeout bargains are nothing short of criminal.

I ONLY WANT TO USE MY TWO HANDS! to make something grow inside of me. but i barely have the will to stand, to write the words that will set me free...

FUCK 'EM ALL THIS IS ART! FUCK 'EM ALL THIS IS ART! FUCK 'EM ALL THIS IS ART! FUCK 'EM ALL THIS IS ART!