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Nine Inch Nails: track 23. Ghosts II
Nine Inch Nails: track Zero Sum. Year Zero
is it so bad? really? to be like this. is it really so bad? what do you see. what do you see when you see me? do you see enough? do you see what you want to see or what is really there? is it really.......
"Oh god. Oh god. Please. I thought you were broken. I thought you were useless. How can it be... oh god." Never believe everything that you see.
my love for this beautiful woman.
that beautiful moment
i love it when i'm told how to feel. i love it when i don't have to think. i love it when somebody tells me... i love it when i'm told what i should want or should do or should believe. fuck you. cunt.
everything's fucking american everything's fycking american fucking american we're all fucking american gotten kinda pussy ass motherfucker sonofbitch fucking american turning american wannabe kissmyass do not understand a fucking word of it
to the death
don't stop. be you. i love you. you smile, i smile.
i've stopped caring.
nobody knows what i live with. nobody. i don't care.
you're letting him get away. you're letting it get away. take it. grab it. don't fucking lose it. you will pay. you will surely pay. what I can't give you, you need the most. what I can give you, you don't fucking need. live. live, cunt, live.
this is a story. read it like a story, not like a dick. you dick.
so fucking bored of normal. so fucking bored of normal. so bored. so bored of you. so bored of your clothes, your hair, your voice, your car, your house, your sundays, your damned life. you bore me. you bore me.
i'm so sorry
the melt. the deformation. the loss of perfection. the suffering.
Feeetus! It's a fucking feetus! Look at those claws. She wants. She needs. She claws for everything she can get for her feeeetus.
yesterday i was a mess. which is funny, apparently. today i'm not a mess. which is also funny.
it's easier to drift around the edge of reality than swim against its tide. i want so much more than i have but that's not my problem. it's society's problem and something i need to learn to adapt to or reject. i need no more than i need. to hell with commercialisation and materialism. to hell with more, more, more. be content. be happy. be peaceful.
have it. just have it. i have no use for it anymore. i'm no longer the man i once was. trampled and left to rot.
how dare you be happy
'what is your problem?' What's my problem? What's my FUCKING problem? You have to ask such a dumb fucking question?
She pushed me away. I can live with it. She's beautiful and I adore her but she pushed me away. There are few women so truly beautiful and finding a replacement is hard. But I'm a soldier; trained to fight against the shit of life. I will fight and she will come. Like a beacon from the bright, intense light of the future. She will come and I will be waiting.
I listened to the old hag as she packed my fucking bags. I listened as she commented on every fucking item from the basket. I ignored her questions. I left.
Identity. I am officially nothing. Empty. Void. Vapour.
Anxious? Really? Why. Just why. Thank you DOG.
Survival of the sickest. Outrage.
I'm a creep. A weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
survival of the...