Wanted: 2.5 x Pine Boxes
Must be of sturdy construction and sound insulated.
Required for the burial of two housemates and one dog who have woken me up by playing "Lets demolish China with a bag full of cymbals" one too many fucking times.
I now understand how the love of parents, despite all the good will in the world, turns to vile, demonic, penetrating hatred when the sound that brings you into consciousness each and every day is the vocal screams of a small, stupid, poorly trained creature who is simply pronouncing "Look! Look! Something interesting!", but who's neck you could twist so easily, to leave them deliciously silent on the floor for ever and ever and ever.
Fuck kids, fuck pets, fuck housemates, fuck neighbours, fuck partners; I want to go to sleep when I choose, without that affecting anyone else, and I want to wake up when my body tells me it's ready and not one second sooner.
I'm gonna hire me a hotel or something.
And I'm going to burn this fucking house down.
Must be of sturdy construction and sound insulated.
Required for the burial of two housemates and one dog who have woken me up by playing "Lets demolish China with a bag full of cymbals" one too many fucking times.
I now understand how the love of parents, despite all the good will in the world, turns to vile, demonic, penetrating hatred when the sound that brings you into consciousness each and every day is the vocal screams of a small, stupid, poorly trained creature who is simply pronouncing "Look! Look! Something interesting!", but who's neck you could twist so easily, to leave them deliciously silent on the floor for ever and ever and ever.
Fuck kids, fuck pets, fuck housemates, fuck neighbours, fuck partners; I want to go to sleep when I choose, without that affecting anyone else, and I want to wake up when my body tells me it's ready and not one second sooner.
I'm gonna hire me a hotel or something.
And I'm going to burn this fucking house down.