Yea, so, yea.
For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born. We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.
We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place.
I just don't want to die without a few scars....
Let's make this real simple. I am not a real being. I feel nothing. You would be smart to avoid me I think...
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. .....
The sick twisted mind of skull kid
The attention just encourges me.......
This journal is not for those weak of heart, pregnent, or suffering from high blood presure. This is my life no matter how funny, crazy, or stange it may seem. You've been warned.
Drugs won't be what kill me, just what makes me not fight it.