An everlasting downwards trajectory
Life will soon forget me, if not before then after my assured death or ceasing to be in flesh.

But in this case, who or what is life? The memory of people or of some sort of mother earth? To what am i trying to hold on to? An inevitable future not far from becoming real, yet it drives my present action.

Changing the subject, who the fuck gives a miserable damn if i do my goddamned homework?!?  I know i don't. We all eventually die anyway, so what the fuck is all this fuss about??

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