Happy Cursed-Day
With a birthday lingering around the corner like a persistent prostitute, I find myself riddled with the familiar annual pre-birthday apathy … Your birthday is nothing more than the day your mothers’ water broke and spent hours of agony to deliver you into what society calls ‘Life’… and for that we are supposed to be … Continue reading
Lifeless With Who Gives A Shit
I feel obliged to write something although what seems to have once been a healthy exhibitionism of verbal intercourse… actually since I’m just writing, it would be verbal masturbation, which is probably the same as regular masturbation without that guilty dirty pleasurable disgusting addictive feeling… put down your vibrator/sock before you judge that statement. I … Continue reading
The Nonsensical Journal 