i'm at a scattered lonely place at this save point in my life. can you spell somewhat damaged, kids? i've come to the depressing conclusion that i'll be aimless forever, doomed to walk the earth looking for some kind of answer that i still have no fucking idea what the question was to begin with.. minty fresh breath & GSR, yeah?
serious repercussions of this shotgun riding insanity affecting me later on in life include but are not limited to:
1. being addicted to that dirty bitch crack cocaine.
2. the final string of my sanity being cut by the years of aimless wanderings & love affairs with numerous drugs. which would happen when i'm:
- 45 years old,
- in aisle 7 in a grocery store,
- 6:45 P.M.,
i'll be buying hagen daz for myself & lover. eleven paces from the self-checkout lanes.