Falling from the sky... day one... you never learned to fly.

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Day 100.

I had more weird dreams last night about certain things. It's perplexing as to why. I strongly dislike the mindfuck. I resent even thinking about any of this. I hate dreams that give you that weird haunted feeling.

You have never taken any inspiration in a direction that won't end up the death of you. Do you really think all the saints are just lying... just lying... just lying in their graves?

Why can't you see the bottom?