bruiser_boy

I dropped my parents off at Boston's logan airport this afternoon. They're going toGermany for the wedding of one of our former exchange students.
I've had a cold for the last two weeks, and on the drive back, I started getting the chills. Since I've been in need of a light jacket anyway, I ended up buying a lined Dickies Jacket when I stopped at the Maine Mall for dinner.
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It feels like Jesus on the cross
its so religious in its loss
A graven image in the mud
like when I shed my precious blood

I am a loser, I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me,
There are no winners in this fucked reality

Atrophic interludes weave through my life far too often
for me to fight the biggest enemy
I have no feelings like love or pain
it makes me go insane
when i see whats happening to me
... I say:

I am a loser I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me
There are no winners in this fucked reality
there are no heros, no idols in this world of death
and Its all a joke and so are you, and so am I...
I think? Just look and see
its a fucked reality, fucked reality, fucked reality
fucked
reality

-choking victim "fucked reality"