Open quote. Here I am, 25 years young. It just makes me seem old to say that, yet I really couldn't care less. I don't have a complex, I really don't care. Car insurance went down. Thrilling. No need to sedate me. Rhetoric...rhetoric. I need to move, a change of vocation perhaps. Why the fuck do people major in rhetoric? Why do I even bother asking? This is just the echo of nuclear fallout that has become the shattered vision of my existence. Wow. That's fucking depressing. Poe would be proud. More like Nietzche ist mein Vater. I'm sure Iceland's lovely this time of year. I wonder if cannibals really have any vices.
Today's really been a good day, all in all, I'm just spent. Tired. Worn thin. I need a holiday. I need a few. I've had too much cake.
I think I'm just itching for a tattoo. Craving ink. I hate saving money. Close quote.
Today's really been a good day, all in all, I'm just spent. Tired. Worn thin. I need a holiday. I need a few. I've had too much cake.
I think I'm just itching for a tattoo. Craving ink. I hate saving money. Close quote.