A Message To You, Rudy:
Fuck you, Rudy.
Fuck you, Rudy.
I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. I’d rather be hated than ignored.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh. Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts. You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.
Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else. Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. The act of dying is one of the acts of life.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
I am so tired,
Sometimes I feel so tired,
I can’t eat I can’t sleep.
So tired.
The pressure builds and builds.
Seems like theres no release.
The things I see go unnoticed by some.
Fills my eyes and heart.
Anger and guilt and frustration,
And depression makes waking up every day harder and harder.
Where’s my fitness to the world with my chance to survive.
I got to get money so I can have a home.
So I can breathe, eat and live in this society.
I don’t even like money,
And I got to work everyday just to feed myself.
God it makes me sick.
I just wanna curl up into a hole and die in this.
This isn’t worth it.
I need a raise man!
I can’t survive on this faith anymore.
I can’t live on this,
I’m hungry,
And I’ve had service,
And I can’t eat daddy.
God I am the creator of hell.
And I have seen all hell,
And I have seen no arms, no limbs no brains.
You don’t care, you don’t love me!
I only love myself.
No one will love me like I love thee.
Life’s been swell now I want to die
My body it hurts me sigh after sign
I call it torture you call it life
A slave to money and everything I despise
Like everyone in general
Fuck eat sleep destroyi am a disposable being
Who will fuck all life
I multiply and the air gets thinner and dirty
I take up space
I smell
I consume
But I produce nothing
I abuse
I have no reason to exist
The toilets clogged in this world o shit
I breathe filth everyday
Living fucks up my brian
Why? Why must I wake up today?
My eys are heavy
Why? Why must I see your face?
Your life is ugly
Why? Why did I buy into these things?
I don’t want them
Tension. Tension
Frustraton. Alone
Tension. Despair. Tension
All these pressures on my life
No remorse.
Where I come from, the mullet wasn’t just a style of hair, it was also a lifestyle. Fuck those hockey hair’d motherfuckers.
No remorse.
Love you forever, man.
Aus-Rotten - The Second Rape
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SOUL SWALLOWER
Cut. Down. Ripped. Apart.fuck you if you don’t like Soul Swallower.
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