Addicted to my phone. It used to mean you were a nerd loser when you stared at a screen for an incomprehensible amount of hours, now it's the standard condition.
I ******* with my phone in my hand and lick the screen of the salty *** like all hetero men of today. I watched newly born kittens fed to pythons. I watch a beheading In Brazil as the guy gets his nuts bit off by a dog and is fed his own tongue. I watch reruns of whose line is it anyway, with cinnamon toast crunch like a man child because that is the zenith of existence. Never bleeding, only breathing in recirculated air. Your ***** are as weak as a clump of mud. You sold yourself to watch more screens, you knew it meant dulling The pain, but prolonging the horror of an infinite circuit ******. What was the point, when you could have just died? You could have seen the real lights

Reading this book, it reminds me of myself, when I was gay
A little gay boy just existing in a world of delusion.

My girlfriend cant talk without a latent irritation.
I texted her a bit ago and she's still gone.
Well i ate a ripe mango
"I'm going to retire soon" said he.
59 years were already spent, your debt is incalculable. I laid down with you in that pit
I left my mango there as well and hid in my Scion xa. I play the worst music. I waste a lot of time but if it doesn't matter then what hurts about it?
You're goddless like all the rest. When I was rotting I found my head rolling along the carpet with the drag race king. *******, you *******. Jam

I pushed a good amount of laundry into the box. You left a few things in your desk. Leave then please
My number is 555-666 I'm a heretic my room is 29 my fingers are cold

6 people died today in a parade
They became part of the display
I pulled my lazy boy down and remembeed why I'm proud to be American, that means sitting when a ****** marching band skimpers forth with some soulless katy Perry admist a Kellogg's float. You're dead and you don't even remember when it happened

Sat down, fed the dogs , fingered some ***, ****** a mtf's hole, and squirted in her mouth, I was daddy she was 18 so it was consensual with strawberries
Bought slippers, and went to bed.
Made dinner, then posted on here. Girlfriend came home. I went to bed.
Got some chips and tilted the fan. How are you my darling. It's now late

I keep saying every year that this is the day of celebration which finally means absolutely nothing, but I was wrong, there was an even greater threshold for me not giving a ****.
I'm just getting tired of living this flat circle existence

Lost in so many ways. Losing my girlfriend, lost all my friends, losing my hair and my mind. I can only speak through a phone, and in there I find soulless circuitry. My name means nothing to me now, I was orphaned sometime ago. I want to crawl in the woods and dig my pit. It never goes away, I just make friends with the same strangers and acquaintences, weary of the breeze and the trembling leaves

Blaring monkey with the subwoofer
So close to committing homicide,
  I hope the tune was worth it.