well im not a nihilist
i just cant pledge allegiance to shit
and that goes just the same for your gods and your empires
and your scene politics

You can call me Tash,
Im angry, young and poor.



Heres to the days of realizing you wouldnt give anything to be reminded of the cold that bites your hands as if to tell you that you will never be warm again. Except for that sweet warmth found in ten dollar bottles of moonshine bought from the cheapest liquor store in town because you cannot find any cheaper or easier relief. When your at home nowhere usually you can find a place to rest in a clear bottle which burns your throat more lovingly and embraces your body and mind more completely than it seems that any lover or friend ever could. And remembering that arriving home from work to find out that you nolonger have a home, is the clearest reminder of life after living in pergatory. Because who needs a stove when you have a campfire anyways. And walls are only there to block the beautiful world in front of your eyes. And windows just make that which is beautiful seem unapproachable. When you have what you want you realize how horribly tied down to it you are, where as when you are merely dreaming your soul can fly free, and you can do as you please with only the mere human question of "what if" bothering your brain. So if only you remember to not sit there and ponder, or if you forget all that you do not have will you truly be as free as you can be, atleased materialistically burden free.