We want to drink ourselves into the void. We want to think the void’s drunken thoughts. We want to think the thoughts the void would think.
Because drinking is the path to the fucking void. Because drinking’s what brings you closest to the void. When you stop struggling. Stop thrashing about. Stop resisting. When you can let the void carry you away …
The void: that’s what we’re drinking towards. That’s where we’re heading. At full fucking speed. We’re accelerating into NOWHERE. Which is okay because we like nowhere. We want to be nowhere.
See we can only hang out with people exactly like us. Which would be a problem if we didn’t have each other.
We bring it out in each other.
We recognise it in each other. We’re fellow nihilists. Fellow knowers of the void.
Work in Progress 