I hate myself and I wanna die.
Kurt Cobain initially wanted to name Nirvana's last album that.
That phrase pretty much sums up everything right now.
Not that I'm thinking dark thoughts of razor blades
syringes, excessively fatal amounts of happy-inducing
narcotics and shit like that,
(a welcome notion, if only the consequences weren't
such a drag)
it's just this huge weight of frustration and nonsensical
fucky skedoodads and everything else you could sandwhich
between two slices of monkey poop bread and dressed with a
ridiculously generous dollop of fuck-you sauce is a bane.
yummy.
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