5 years ago. December 17, 2018 at 10:05 AM
I'm illiterate. Prone to confusion. A drunken master of bullshit and truth. What can I say? One life to live, best to fill it with truth, sex, and dick jokes.
What is the purpose of multifaceted racing thoughts and emotions in the multiverse? What is the importance of something so small? Ego?
Each heartache. Learn. Assess. Hurt. Bleed.
Don't close of your heart, harlot. Don't doom yourself to solitude.
Escape. The woods. You soothe me. I sit upon a dead piece of oak.
Focus on the beauty. The details. Each dead piece of earth a new discovery.
Hide under this leaf. Comfort yourself.
She's not gone. She will love you.
Love her. Show her. Be her. Become her.
Illiterate.
Beautiful Loser.
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