Let the blood flow, thoughts fly and your body discover weightlessness.
Pour it up. Keep on filling my glass until my injuries doesn’t seems noticeable anymore. Watch me get fuckt up. Let my tears mingle with the taste of the sinful drops. So naturally, so unsightly. Pour it up.. and then give me a little more.
Welcome to the headquarter of duplicity. The place in which the fictional reality has reached a whole new level. The place where everyone wrap themselves in cotton wool and coloured scraps so they won’t be hurt by life. To see the reality as it is that’s so last season. Apparently. Sympathy and compassion belong to the past. As long as the nail polish is shining and we got many likes on the social medias everything will be okay, right?
I don’t like you human. You’re a dirty thankless creature.
I’m a human with a past. Some periods worse than others. It has resulted in a darker mind and a pessimistic approach to life. I miss all of these self destructive, creative, out of line periods. I felt like hell back then but it was magic. I was way out of line but things made sense. I stepped out from the crowd and did not give a shit for anyone or anything. I was alive.. affected or intoxicated the most of the time. But I had fun and people commented on it. A few people got me.. most of them didn’t. They were all conscientious and took responsibility. I did neither. It was real fucking art.
“No darkness. No clue. No me. No you.”