It's looking like history books and web pages tell what once was as an instructional or, how to for the future, as every trend spins on the same blueberry, and what once was shall be, again.
I used to think I might not have the best grip on **** because of that Cindy, and her gaslit basement. But my eyes are valid. I'm not slitting throats, I'm just taking notes on this tragic situation. Joker and The Fool.
I'm part of some kind of severely ****** up system, whether I wish it or not. I better learn to smile. So watch me. Here:
Everything's bound to a simple rule. Everything dies, and everything is alive with some participation.
I can't shake it from my mind. Why should I?
All of my ancestors made the mistakes I can't help but bear repeating.