loathsome loathsome all things is loathsome everything is loathsome i hate my life
its 12:59am thursday december 31 loathsome there is no hopesome all empty no will no power no life no life!
where is o? o has disappeared. o is leaving serotonin from my brain, he shepherds it out. ohhhhh kin why did i cry for you. why dont i write or paint or dance or drink? why cant i sleep? o detonator, you detonated me and all the passion flew out like whoosh.
you were not deliverance.