So Come on, one and all to see the apathy. The rings of graced dead souls that full the tapestry. I look to all of you and see a different fucking species. Aspiration for a different destination to me.

Across the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for The Fall. Would do something, if it wasn’t also half my fault. Cause I’m so high, my brain can’t even look at The Fall, and when you’ve reached the top there’s nowhere else to go.

And I’ve come to the uncomfortable conclusion that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in a state of constant Paranoia.

Just let me follow you, and I’ll proceed to bang my head on every doorway and doorframe you see suitable for us to go through. And I’ve found that the road to happiness is paved with rows and rows of very tempting parking spaces.

I’m not paranoid, I’m a realist.

I know you’re gonna kill me.

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Lonte

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gua benci banget sama lu, bangsat

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Cuman karena lu hadir bukan berarti lu berguna

I guess you know now what to expect, he lives your own life in retrospect. You know it bores me? These insecurities. Breaks You Down Just To Act As The Architect. I could wait here, by the West Pier, watch the flotsam float and slowly disappear.