I can’t stand that, it’s like you can’t really feel at home cause some @ssf*ck won’t chillizle and let the f*cking tv cool down. I’m pretty much assume be out of here off to wander. I’m kind of like a nomad but I’ve been laying low conserving shit kind of getting my little pockets full and bags packed so I can swap towns to get somewhere a bit nicer than the sh*thole I’ve been bred into. Don’t matter if I walk or drive, because I’m not scared of going FAR distances on foot.. pace, pace, pace. Not the easy way, but the best I’ve come around to. Besides you know the final exit, whatever rouses me I suppose when the time is at last. I presume I venture to a very lush and warm acclimate and find, maybe a grassy hull. Temperate, not too cold but not burning up. With a fair hUmidity.

I suppose I’d bring all my books, and there’d already be butterflies there of course. Little trinkets and activities. Maybe a fairy would visit. You wander far enough you’ll find anything you’re looking for as long as it is natural and not a capitalistic gain or an Unrealistic lover

You know it’s too bad cause now they’re planting inside my brain though..!!