home

a stand up person.
displaying proper moral conduct.
no prices to pay. no views to obstruct.
the perfect mode. the silent code.
the current values to uphold.
welcome to unanswered questions.
take a seat next to no reactions.
to the left is lost ambitions..,
and straight ahead is... oh, i forgot again.
you know, acceptable conditions.
all is as comfortable as home.
and home is where the heart is.
where the heart is...

xo

**FISHOOX**

FISHOOX

how do i let it out? what can i say, when words fail me everyday? technically i believe i can't complain. i've adapted to being numbly dumb. dwelling endlessly about the tight rope of delusional reality, that waits for me to cross with my blurred sense of never satisfied justification.

fuk u sellouts

i'm so fuken sick, seriously disgusted by this fuken country and people in general. anyone who participates in consumer capitalism to blind themselves of what they consider "faults". i wouldn't even give them the privileged title of "retarded". i've seen this disease kill more lives, more soul, more substance, than drugs, smokes, whatever.. combined.
sooo, lemme just say.. ur thankless job, meaningless life, loveless relationship... yeah, real revolutionary. you're really gunna fuken collide worlds with that shit. go fuk yourself to death with a lexus or whutever meaningless, soulless shit you compromise your identity for.

do unto others

gotta respect the cycle of abuse. don't think for a second you're not a player in this fuked game, so put a pause on the self-righteous shit. we inflict suffering unto others, for we have suffered, and for our, fuk, for my suffering, there's a deep angry pain in which there is no resolve.. it's too deeply rooted to understand it, there is no end, thus we pass it on. obeying the golden fuken rule. fuken destroying all naive innocence until your soul is filled with everything that means nothing. a spiritual abuse baptism.