dusk

I’ll make a voodoo of myself and stick a syringe right into the brain.

Putrid ground beef,housefly larvae.

As time passes it will seep into my spinal column,it will move through the central nervous system.

Maggots.

Crawling and seizing and ripping flesh with each passing moment.

Heartworm, tapeworm.. slithering between the walls of capillaries.

Veins.

Poisoned.

Infested.

Rotting .

And that’s pretty much what it’s like, being alive in your world.

Dealing with you Motherfuckers.

There is no climbing out. Only settling in.

And every time I have to speak to Dustin my entire mantra is..”how can I get away from this being as quickly as possible?”..

Cop out?

Fuck it man,lose the money, I’m not going to argue with this giant baby.

Not going to those levels.

It’s then, then that I feel the maggots in my brain.

Then,like a vulture tearing out my veins as I lie paralyzed.

Death would be a relief… traveling through the days surrounded by these talking monkeys..

Job went through much..

I go through more..

You can act like you know but you don’t fuckin know..

So..when I look out my window, when I peek in on the rest…

Same.

It’s the same thing.

And I’d like to lay down directly beneath a space shuttle as the engines ignite.

I’d like to be burned away by all that thrust.

And the sooner I get away from you Motherfuckers the better…

So…

Have a great night 👋

Before you brag on the species, look at the people around you.

Soak up your hydrocephalic co-inhabitants .

Notice what people notice.

Pay attention to what’s popular.

Look the zeitgeist in the eye and jab it with your car keys..

“God damn it man…”

How can you be ok with this?

How could anyone be ok with it?

And you look at them, and they’re proud of it.