zombieshark

in the name of christmas... god. fucking. damn. it.

manipulate muscles to create faces, exhale words with that speaking thing you do.

it's strange how a single thought can cause your chest to collapse, every single time you think about it. for a very long time. and, then... out of the blue, after one last shuddering inhalation... it just doesn't anymore.

all is lost. goodbye, and godspeed. what a waste of time. this was sarcasm. enjoy.

the wires twist around, tightening.. slowly suffocating, finally tearing it to pieces. hurray for alcohol.

i have no reason to care about anyone.

Samsung 61" 1080p DLP television + Gears of War = OH MY GOD.

abandon all hope.

breathinginburntrubberandgasolinefumes,withthetasteofbloodinmymouth...itmaybemine,butican' sayforcertain.thereseemtobebrokenbodiesallaroundme.humanbeings,robots,demons?whocares.
aslongasthey'realldead.ifthat'sthecasethenbeingpinnedinaconstantcarcrashdoesn'tseemsobad.

as long as they're all going to die. that way they have to stop speaking at me.

theaveragehuman,devil,andmachineareallthesame...theyhavenosoul.

life is nothing more than piss, tits, and a bitter, lonely, empty death without reason.

guess which one makes me smile.

none of them. fuck all things.

can't. stop. eating. goddamn the wintery season. goddamn this snowcapped horror. grarrrrl.