sad no reason left in this state by the very training that had saved me. desensitisation has left me completely desensitized, and what could possibly replace awe, nothing naught nada trauma now equals death, more on this later.

what to sense, all in nothing, nothing's nonsense.

incapable of sustain human life settling for nothing end quote. sadly no good can come of this, i am badly embittered and more reasonably scraped. thoughts have run by me and lost their place. i feel about beaten, submission entailing i guess we should stat from the start.

much better shithead....

make your tea stained art

washed out watercolour bullshit

grow up.

i hate how everything just keeps sucking it out of you and they wonder why you hate them and want to smash their fragile piece of shit skulls on the piece of shit floor right after they explain how my being was the reason. go to hell you self absorbed shit head, nothing more on this for the moment. i love how crappy you write.......... anything. keep doing it shithead, i hope you drown in your own feces.

blah

no mashing of keyboard not mine


blaaah

HATE. feel its sentiment.

so done

done done want nothing but slow mockery of death

no satisfaction in the unfortunate underacheivement of those lines, so angry can't type, very tired of yous.

harshness for the disatisfaction of hating you.

blaaaahhh

none of you all of you


i suck right now and if i'm not to blame it on you i'm blaming it on god, that smug self assured bastard of the cosmos relative of the human mind. fuck you fuck right off permenantly nothing to follow no beauty left at this moment hatred for all things the hatred eternal.

blaaaahhh

not capable of sustaining anything

blahhhh


retardendo hatred for the misdirection of cause.


inescapably your problem.

theres a taste of nothing in the malfeasance of my breath lately its been drowned in whiskey, i lie, beer, unlikely sediments unfortunate mystifiance and precious little else. hate hate no beings to these lines no beginings no endings no rhymes. what why nothing no curiousity left drowned in the malfeasance of my breath.