i am sad
i want a man who is fat on the inside
he set up a trap for me. i saw it coming and i walked right into it. i didn’t care.
there will be snacks.
i know we’re going to meet some day in the crumbled financial institutions of this land there will be tables and chairs there’ll be pony rides and dancing bears there’ll even be a band cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries no currencies at all, we’re gonna live on our wits we’re gonna throw away survival kits, trade butterfly-knives...
Have you ever had those moments when you realize that even the thoughts that you think just to yourself are also insincere? That your existence is just a lie after a lie, pretense after pretense? That there’s no reason anyone should ever feel sorry for you because the truth is you’re just as vicious at the rest of the human population?
I have had the “nothing in this world matters” epiphany many times in my life. Each time I have it, I understand its corollary better: “so you can do anything.”