Scrawl on the Wall 009

So you think you're a human being by some kind of birthright? Like they just let you into the club because you were born of woman? Something tells me that life is going to be a bit more tricky than that. You think that things should come so easily.

But in reality, life is like a struggle. A mental and physical ordeal. And all you have is an old biology text book and a slightly sore right arm. We weren't built to survive, me and you.

Something happened and we just didn't get around to dying. So we are left here, in limbo.

Unable to move forward and stuck in the present location, with no desire to return and go back to what was.

So, we live here in isolation.

It's fucking bleak dude.

I mean, seriously fucked up.

I burnt myself on a toaster this morning.

Life fucking sucks.

I'm going to kill your parakeet.

Don't blame me.

Blame society.