i’ve decided to spend all my money on pvc clothing and i am only going to hang out at zen lounge from now on and recite goth poetry that i make up on the spot while i sway to the music. how original i will be. oh mystical sadness i wallow in thee like a dying engine of the ugliest chevrolet and my heartstrings are plucked by swarms of moths and i wither and drown in the pastures of the seventh circle of hell sdg;oifdsgj re’jg fdlgvkmfds.vmdsv. md and i drink ansinth and cut off my ear.
no fuck that, i am going to publish a book of kiss-ass and mean emails i have received over the years.