I'm sick of this place.

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

I'm sick of this hot weather, sick of being stuck on this rock, sick of never getting enough sleep at night, sick of this damn cough, sick of never knowing what Hell we get dreamed into next, and sick of watching people vanish left and right with no idea of where they're vanishing to.  Even shit like a cruise or a lottery turns out to be some kind of sick taunt, a reward being dangled in front of us so we take enough rope to hang ourselves.  I've had it. 

I've fucking had it.

I'm going out tonight, and everybody had better stay the fuck out of my way.

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[tastes]

3V3RYTH1NG, OF COURS3
FOR SOM3ON3 ON TH3 SC3NT OF TH1S UNS4VORY PLOT
V3RY P13C3 OF 1NFORM4T1ON 1S PR1C3L3SS!

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm real happy for you.

[tastes]

YOUR HUM4N S4RC4SM 4ND L4CK OF COOP3R4T1ON H4S B33N NOT3D >:O