i don’t know what they want. being good. easy. being bad. fun, but ain’t me. save the whales, sure, when i have time. save you sad degenerates? yeah! but in the end, there’s no happy ending. there’s no bad ending. that’s the thing I, myself forget often. there is no end.
there’s no good. there’s no bad. there’s this and the only person you try to impress… is Yo damn self. love is a carrot on a string. and your devil’s reconciliate like your exes because they were comfy. well shit. if this isn’t the playground of the underworld, then what could it be? i’m getting the fuck out of here as soon as i find my balls.