Aren't we all dead anyhow?
Just bags of meat exchanging one chemical composition for another?
But like, fuck that.
Our anger gives us meaning.
We are all very meaningful these days, it seems...
But like, stop.
It'll be okay.
Or at least, we tell ourselves...
Rolling eyes forever endlessly.
I can see my fucking brainstem at this point.
This is the personal instance of Andi N. Fiziks. Love me or hate me it's still an obsession 😘