wreckage.

The only problem is, that to grasp that opportunity, you sacrifice everything in the process. PROGRESS NOWHERE. Now I am that over nourished drone wasp cut off from the queen and lost in a land of spiders. These spiders fend for themselves, and i just might lose my life because of it. I can already feel my guts being liquefied. STOP THINKING THIS WAY. I will become a spider. I will become the destroyer. The queen has abandoned me, so i will become her enemy. I will tear down every statue of her, wreck every piece of her property. I will cripple her idolaters. CLARITY IS A WONDERFUL THING.

So take that, sir, for you clearly are the true revolutionary, and shove it up your ass.

I die having sunk lower, laughed harder, and fucked better than you ever could have.

I wasn't surrounding myself with Pseudo Guevara ideals.

I was living.

I was living.

I was living.