Fuck.
Fucking shit.
Let's say harsh vulgarities to pretend that words actually have an impact on our lives.
Let's also pretend that we don't know that our laughter is false
and that we just use it to fill the absence of meaning scratching endless stories into our
brittle hearts.

Existentialism. It's a drag, but it makes so much fucking sense.
Who gives a rats ass anyway?
We are here for a while.
We live in this world full of so many things. Just things.
And we die.

05/30/2012

Posted on 05/30/2012
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