Atlantis Full of Cheer

man am i down in the dumps. no money. no car. no food. no nothing... all i got is a place to eat and a book to read.

i don't give a shit what the fuck anyone says about rock bottom. this is it. thank god i have mike's place to sleep at. thank friggin god...though what god, i begin to- xD nah i ain't that bad. shit sucks though.
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to add to this experience, I must be honest.

One, I'm completely fuckin insane. Everyone is. Two, I've only ever done what I thought best. Now whether that coincides with humanity's best interest, which, itself, has strayed from the path of what's good for this planet~
I DGAF

So what?! So what if i ramble on in this fuckin blog and shit. So what if I keep living. Yeah, you've all felt these same sentiments, many times. We all do, unless we're blind shepherd-less goats.

I'm so fuckin spent, I can't even tell ya. I literally have no fuckin soul left to burn. I'm completely drained of every ounce of fuckin humanity that I somehow grasped in this torrential tidal storm that's called life.

Im in so much fuckin pain, it fuckin kills me every day... I don't care about starvin children in Uganda, or some Bolivian smack dealers or whatever misery defines itself as in society's eyes. I have known the true extent of starvation, of madness, of despond and despair... I have been given kingdoms and had them snatched from me, I've been given those same kingdoms, again, and burned them in my attempts to do what I thought was right. I've been given priceless lumps of obsidian gold, pure essence of which to sculpt with, and with it, i wrought nothing. blank is the canvas of this mad artist. unheard are the songs of this stupid poet.

man. shit fuckin blows.