That sickening feeling when you realize you’ve been sending out the wrong resume draft this whole time.
Beijing 2001 Rebels of the Neon God
Rebels of the Neon God — Beijing 2001 [Psychedelic Rock, jam session] (2001) – [10:35]
Status: Guilt
I still feel guilty for writing poems,
I don’t know if because useless
Or in case you disapprove.
Daydream No. 1
When death finally comes
I’ll greet it like old friends
Kisses on the cheeks
Hugs
Cuddles
My word it will be glorious
The peace
The rest
The rest
Status: Steps to Integration
Fresh new haircut, looking all presentable and shit.