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I hate you and I love you raymi.

there is something out there for you. you are literally one of the most beautiful individuals I have seen for quite some time and I hate to see you as such. it seems like hell is having its case with many and there is no sign of hope for quite some while. it seems the only thing that can save all of us now is to move into the dreams that we used to have many years back. allow ourselves to lose ourselves but with some knowledge of paths we walked before to prevent further harm. society fucked us all over and this so called generation that we are both a part of has very little choice but to forget about the previous generations and define our own path. being worn thin though doesn’t give us enough energy to enter into battle to go up against the standards other generations have defined. corporations have failed, and the economy had to get rid of certain business structures to make room for some kind of evolution to allow us to exist within it. just like the 1930’s in america, but at least we weren’t as bullheaded as they were. I hate being apologetic but I know you don’t need to know any of this. I’m probably saying this more for myself than for you. why I’m even sending you this email is kind of a mystery but I guess we are drawn to things for reasons beyond us. I guess I want to say this. if the world isn’t behind you, know that in some kind of weird pathetic way, I am. Get up and do some damage sweetheart and make them beg for more.

Good Luck and Good Bye


people wanna know what i do now, huh. this is it. nothing. boredom, straight-up. i wander around in circles and think about how add i am now and how little of a machine i am now. i dont do rails. i dont do shots. i dont tick i dont tock. i just pace. im on thought police pills ones for bi-polar and sometimes clonazapam if i need to mellow out my nerves. yup. what happened to raymi you wanna know? well send someone over who really wants to know with a bag full of loot and ill tell you, world exclusive premier, how’s about that, huh?

what do people write about when they feel blank. when they are blank.

when there are blanks?

where do people go and how do they get there and can i go too?

self-loathing is merciless but thats what it is right now. sorry. shout outs are fucked, dunno why.

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