Thursday, March 13, 2008

HOW MUCH DOES THIS COST?




Some days.


Some days I've just had enough of this great, retarded, raving insane world.

A great flow of black bile with claws just swells from somewhere within and I want to either burn the world to cinders or die weeping in a river of tears for the beauty raped and plundered for fake golden dust.


I just hate feeling like this. It does neither me, nor anyone else any good.

But I do. Sometimes.


I'm glad I'm not God.


M.Z.

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