I made this small project as a personal goodbye. a last payment of respect for the death of the idea of "the one". the earth is a cold, dead place. maybe that idea could never live on such a rock.

I cant help myself from the anger that burns me as i watch in disgust.
burn them
abuse them
kick them in the trash.
if they yell back who cares ? it's not your problem anymore, its theirs. so why care. don't think about how that made you feel.
it didn't.
drink more. fuck more. ingest until you cant anymore.
fuck what that kid said. use all to your gain.
this is the social plane I've existed in these last months.

Hidden in the ripped jeans jacket of a punk is something that could set you free. 
that's all you want. so make it fast.
behind the jeans of who you want right now wont set you free.
but that's not what you want. so make it fast.

I hope the smog of self-justification and disregard for other doesn't fill my lungs. for now i exist it in. but i'm so tired.
so confused.

MY GAMEBOI

From outer space tunes from the planets I encountered

🔪🦇💜🤞🏽🔆
ARcVNE LoVEs U🩸

in it for the long run

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