Kill for fun, it's fucking funny don't you think?: A picture Show.
say goodbye to your morals, you threw them out the chicken bus window a few months ago. and there's no looking back- you're doing this.
i feel like a fucking weapon, a bomb ready to go off. it doesn't matter who you are, or what your family situation is. as long as you're
in the right place/right package at the right time. I've been programmed to gain points every time you look at me. Only eighty more stars
and I win the game. Thats all this entire fucking place is... a game. Who gives a shit if I smoke or who I fuck? It's only a goddamn game anyways.
Nothing is real because that word doesn't exist. The therapists say this is a path to destruction... I say it's a path to the truth.
the more i think about it, the letarget practise is mexicoss i care about who gets hurt in the end. we're all going down the drain. You're out there murdering 'rebels'
in the name of BULLSHIT. i just want to hear my blood pound. i want to fuck UP and stand on the edge of the system. eventually i'd like to fall off.