The world’s a curse. Existence is a curse. Life is a curse. This whole thing … is a curse.
And everything good’s that happened?
Fuck all that. Fuck all the good things that happened. Fuck everything … That we didn’t want. Fuck our good health. Fuck our good attitude. Fuck … our smiles. Fuck the smiles of others upon us.
There are demons all around us. There are demons inside, God knows. We’ve been invaded by demons. We’re crowded with them, demons. Our souls are open, hollow, and to be filled with demons.
And everything is wrong with us. Nothing’s right. it’s all gone wrong, and nothing right.
And we’re idiots, perfect idiots, drinking our disgusting wine, and making our disgusting toasts. And saying these disgusting words.
Words that are scraped out of us. Scraped out of our disgusting lives.
No one’s ever hatred things this much. No one’s ever been so full of … spite. Is it spite? Is it revenge? What is it? What’s made us like this?
Everything wrong. Everything dead. Existence …
The days pass like a sickness. Hatred grows. We’re more and more … disgusted. And that’s the best thing about us. That’s what … purifies us.
Work in Progress 