and again and again....

and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again

Damn.

A rotting poet confined to the seas of his own anguish. Abandoned and destitute. Destiny has left him unwhole and despised. His friends are dropping like flies to the monolith of despair. Doubt fills his heavy heart of stone, and the screams of the dead haunt his very dreams.

If anyone can read that, woo.

If not - go back to sixth grade.

Damn you Josh and your ill-fated words, your unforgiving tongue to those who care about you. Those who would want you to succeed. You have driven everyone away. Now you're left with only your girlfriend who can barely take care of herself and yourself to blame for the state you've become.

"I am the decadence of your world,
I am an eider covered in oil.
Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore."