So often, my god. I lay awake every night looking at the ceiling and hoping for a swift death beneath my covers.
Not much, but now that you mention it...
Death is irrelevant when our very existence is arguably not real
I'm too busy with school/my job to pay attention to "my impending doom", you insolent fool
I feel like a denatured protein folding in on itself, until I become nothing
Feelin' pretty ok, what about you?
Like I could devour 10,000 suns and my hunger still would not be sated
I just drank 3 cups of coffee and I can't really tell what you just asked me, come again?
A sorcerer who sits in the woods and turns those who litter into kindhearted bees
An unattainable, powerful god who scorns the advances of mankind and lesser gods
Idk man I'm pretty good with being in art school
There is no greater career than that of having none, because in the end these paths of life all lead to the same shared point of unreality
Thanks to you, my inevitable death
I wish I could replace every bone in my body with a knife, haha
I'm 84993939499292195758 years old and I still don't have my damn driver's license
I see all, I know all, I am all.
I see space, I see time. Everyone looks so small from up here, with the stars.
What are you talking about...?
I think I see it...