status update

 

Current Status: a line of two hundred thousand assholes; my mouth at the end taking it all in. Losing control with every sunrise and sunset. Sorry for being a narcissist, but our faces have a geometric resemblance when we look in the mirror. The terror. The terror. And when I ask you to shoot me in the face with a crossbow, do it. Because I would do the same for you. That's what friends are for. 

The arrows poking through the top of the skulls.

Feathers tickling our bottom jaws.

The terror.

The terror.

I hate senior citzen and food stamp day.