To much walking shoes warn thin. To much trippen and my souls worn thin.
- 3 years ago
This place is a prison these people aren’t your friends. Inhaling thrills theirs 20 dollar bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again.
"It’s brainless to assume that making changes to your window’s view will give a new perspective"
I sat watching a flower as it was withering i was embarrassed by its honesty
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.