>>383908
>23
>GA
>Retired, retarded. Walking a gilded line shallowly pretending that my world's not died or ever existed. The whites of my eyes are the fuzzy numb light of impending death. Beaten to suicide again and again by faster runners.
>Death. Diversion.
>Being an eye shy of a trust-fund twit, suburban homeless wanker with ego and wrath and no desire to fund it. So art, obviously.
>We'll all make contact some day in some way.
>Ok.