The first year and a half of grad school were amazing. When the pot and percocet still worked. Wow. Drugs.
I never feel at home. No one defends me but a lot of people assault me! If a cop murders someone while they’re shooting you and you’re running away from them you can get the death sentence. American justice. Fuck the government. Fuck cops. Kill cops. Not just in prison, but fucking kill. Fucking kill […]
I don’t know what to say. How do I redeem myself. These people that haunt me, do they do so for a reason? Something I can fix, perhaps? Who knows. They won’t say even if I do ask. Because it’s not real, I’m crazy, what are you talking about, varjak. Game design, web design, poetry. […]