You can cure me until I am white and wet and my gills and fangs have all been bleached, but that animal fuck cloud cough beep bite anger is i suppose another subject…i don’t care about terrorist or aliens landing on the planet….my bag is that i just can’t wash the fact that i couldn’t save lives….i didn’t have real answers or shotguns…the world is ugly….and even birds know….you never belong to the nest….but to the ugly sky cracked world*
God damn*