it doesn’t matter that no one can read. it doesn’t…
it doesn’t matter that no one can read. it doesn’t matter anyone. because i don’t care. I. .D.O.N.’.T. .C.A.R.E.
just another pointless meaningless day which amounted to nothing, NOTHING. no meaning, no accomplishment, no pleasure, no satisfaction. another futile day lived in my undead life.
there was rain. again. in the afternoon. deadly rain. a rain that smelled of evil spirits, of the wickedness of hell, of the imminent downfall. it was a boiling feeling. like the rain were the bubbles in a boiling pot with the lid closed. like the orange sky was the flames of the fire capped by the grey steel lid. like the warm humidified air was the compressed vapours in the pressure cooker. it was evil in it’s manifestation. it was like sharp acid splattering on the sidewalks, it was like hot oil sizzling in the pan. it was not a cooling or refreshing rain. it was not gentle and wet. it was, just evil. and evil had it’s day.