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Every day seems to go by faster than I can blink without any purpose. People seem fake words seem meaningless food has no taste. I'm not sure if this is depression or just catatonic, or maybe I'm finally starting to realize that there is no use anymore. People always come up with these clever, witty little responses on how everything is ok, when they just can't seem look around themselves and see past their fucking noses, Can't learn when to give up, like a festering wound that won't heal. It's that ever optimistic attitude that makes me....well kind of sick.....People are like roaches......no.....even worse. It disgusts me to even be a part of this sick little joke. But I suppose one must go on to quote the optimistic fuck. But.....see.....you gotta ask yourself. What are you trying to accomplish what's the real point? Besides these artificial goals you set, rather they are instinctive or even maternal. It's all really just kind of meaningless; unless you point an amount of value on it for yourself it still means nothing to the rest. So why do we get up every morning, to partake in this madness? Self-preservation, it fascinates me, maybe to know or even think what makes a person tick? What stupid shit are they getting up for, if only you FUCKING KNEW. It's really quite amazing what motivates them. I mean realistically we have ran out of the resourcefulness or even innovation. It not like we must have creative ability to revolutionize or change the world that time has come and gone, and It would be bottled down by our controllers anyways. So think long and hard on this shit, chew on it till it breaks down into little fabric fucking fibers that seeps into that thick fucking brain of yours. Maybe just maybe, we might have something maybe an idea, a proper response, something worthy to be heard. -Damien Lacambra