Washing the screams down the drain never cleans their pain, that stains the brain with living in vain, yet I must refrain, it’s always going to be my bane. Sometimes I feel like a tank of propane in a world of lit matches and it’s making me insane.

It’s been an interesting ride on your other side, but this time I’m going injure your pride, you think nothing of mine so it’s time yours died. I might be a drug addict with a severe flashback habit but I’m also a tired angry jack rabbit sick of getting flak for being static. Apathetic? Not exact, it’s not my indifference indebted to this task, so fuck off disingenuous two-faced hack, covid restrictions ended, maybe it’s time you went back.