My judgement is getting weaker as days pass by... A stinging odor rises from the marble walls.. Dogs take the lead.. Its fcking pathetic..
Nauseating beings are taken as friends.. Battery powered landscapes of fckin fifty-year-olders getting drunk.. Burning plastic sits on the corner with emty bottles; social gatherings stinking of ash-water... Tan colored, dirty computers with ugly-blue error messages..
TRAPPED IN OPPOTUNITY
Dogs take the lead, a familiar sight. Hope exists with goals waiting to be achieved.. Loss of goals, loss of hope:
you cant even die from that..
A fat princess, just done with puking, wants to sleep with you.. You love her weakness so muck that you fckin smash skull on a sharp corner...
Summary: Im not feeling good