And it's taken countless pages of rage and shit talking to get to a point that I could just say those words, and really leave it at that and not dive head first into something I would regret.

I want to make money outside of the realm of capitalism. I don't want to scurry around another grocery store like a fucking animal in a slaughterhouse because 'corporate is coming'.

Barely coherent run on sentences about children and junkies and how much I hate America these days. There is so much that I keep desperately trying to get the fuck out of my head, but I never can be cryptic enough to post on the internet.

We're all constantly moving between wavelengths in our own heads, trying and failing to live up to our own unrealistic expectations that we created when we were kids.

Is it biological? Is it mental? Should we prohibit men from owning weapons?

From young age we have been taught that our bodies don’t belong to us and that our trauma is either validated or dismissed, depending on wether or not we were drunk, or wearing a short dress, and therefore asking for it. This is a normal part of being a woman.

'Grandma is really worked up and is ready to go to DC and kick Trump in the knee because that's as high as she could reach.'

Truth is we’re one click away from nuclear war and we still don’t know how to talk to each other without calling out the flaws in our words and we’re all terrified of offending someone, while completely disregarding the actions that are actually offensive and damaging.

I try to see both sides but these cunts want creationism in our schools and Jesus in our pants or up our skirts or down our low cut shirts because we are all asking for it, we’ve always been asking for it.

Maybe I’m insecure, or even nervous about my raw emotion.

Maybe I’m a calloused nihilist with nothing pretty to say.

Maybe I’m a self destructing narcissist with too much to say.

I’m still laughing now, as I drink a glass of wine, sitting in front of a pink wall.