everyone's gonna die

that thought alone is keeping me from slapping the shit outa some folks who clearly need it

don't know why precisely but tiny insignificant details are really ticking me off today and conspiring to keep me on the jagged edge of rage


dun care what anyone says. Trent is my god today.

no he doesn't write good poetry. no he's not really a great musician.

but *FUCK*

the persistence of a theme that sounds like my soul crying out in the middle of a nightmare...

layers of noise press down like odious colors and scents and voices from everyday...

and then clarity...standing on the edge of a blade i can see it so perfectly.

there's not a goddamned thing I can do about 'it' but it doesn't really matter. in the end.




in the end we all die.






over the forests
above the trees
oozing in my stomach
scraped out of my knees
i drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason i stayed alive
--Closer
--Nine Inch Nails