Friday, 18 September 2015
Now You've Done It, Boy
I already knew he was weird (I could tell by the beard). But to be so up front about it... He sent me a link to this website of his, and let's just say that if I wrote shit that bleak I wouldn't want to fucking advertise it. Facebook is for eulogizing about cats and dogs and cooing like a cunt over your mates' ugly fucking sprogs. It's not for advertising depressing blogs in which you futilely croak against the wind like some sad frog. Being made to confront your darkest, innermost thoughts is not something any normal person wants. So you'll forgive me if I don't like your page. You'll forgive me if I leave you to quietly rage upon your empty stage. If it's alright with you, I'll stick to a life of thinking inside the box in my battery cage. It's how I earn my wage. It's how I keep this crippling pain in my heart at bay.