works archive added8 12 2001

1 7 2001 - The Perfect Drug   Why do i always have to grasp for some sort of everyday sedative to ease the feelings of guilt and dread and commitment from my life?   It just so happens that i use music, art, and writing to escape from this. Mostly, it is a wise move. Writing down feelings, listening/analyzing/playing music or drawing of some sort ends up distracting me enough to pull myself out of that mind-rut. These are my drugs. Hate me. Rape me. Pull out my fucking eyes. There, I feel better already. Back to Archive Questions? Comments? Death threats? Send them to noth1ngsacred@mail.com