I'm at my parents house in hickville.
We live in a republican breeding ground.
I can smell the compelling aroma of ignorance.
I escaped.
I went to Paris with Mr. Hemingway, he surrounded my mind. Took the words out of my head and spit them back into a book he wrote a long time ago. I guess it's ok though, they weren't doing me any good in there.
I'm bored as hell
Talking to yourself doesn't make up for talking to real people. I get so bored of people. Human beings are the saddest tragedy. We have so much potential, (whatever the fuck potential REALLY is) to do good things, but we are determined to fuck everything up. FIND YOUR FEELINGS, USE THEM. money doesn't buy anything that matters.
We live in a republican breeding ground.
I can smell the compelling aroma of ignorance.
I escaped.
I went to Paris with Mr. Hemingway, he surrounded my mind. Took the words out of my head and spit them back into a book he wrote a long time ago. I guess it's ok though, they weren't doing me any good in there.
I'm bored as hell
Talking to yourself doesn't make up for talking to real people. I get so bored of people. Human beings are the saddest tragedy. We have so much potential, (whatever the fuck potential REALLY is) to do good things, but we are determined to fuck everything up. FIND YOUR FEELINGS, USE THEM. money doesn't buy anything that matters.
I dont smoke pot sorry