I think the side effects of being alive and interacting with
people got to me.
Like, my hands have never snapped another person’s neck, or
bent their fingers backwards, but they contemplate what the vibrations must
feel like from mutilated limbs.
Normally I just drink soda, but tonight, I am going to knock back shot after shot of battery acid, saki, and warm, fresh blood spurting out of a gunshot wound. And it tastes exactly like tomorrow. And tomorrow tastes exactly like horse piss.
Normally I just drink soda, but tonight, I am going to knock back shot after shot of battery acid, saki, and warm, fresh blood spurting out of a gunshot wound. And it tastes exactly like tomorrow. And tomorrow tastes exactly like horse piss.
