Do You Want Total War?
Oh man, so I have never done this before. But I am angered and saddened and depressed to the point where I could give two fucks. I hope everyone sees this. And by everyone I mean EVERYONE--especially those I don't associate with. I apologize to all those for my deviation from the original plan of this project (as noted in the about me). I never get personal, even during the worst of times. But since people got personal with me, I can't stay silent anymore. I just can't. I'm not that guy anymore. So here's this.

There’s not enough light in this city to shine out its imperfections. But what do you have to offer other than free handouts and a copy of another book burning? In the morning the sun hits you, and you have no idea where the boundaries of yesterday and decency span.

It’s all the same. Why don’t you just come to your senses? You’d find better availability in the shafts of anonymity. At least then I wouldn’t have to search high and low. At least then you wouldn’t have to try so hard: a city on a hill wrapped in its own degradation.

You never excel. You just wallow around in the same pit used to clean the scars off of junkies and vagrants—the ones you pretend to model for. And once you’ve hit the silica ceiling, there is nothing left but the hounds of regret. And the stains of tomorrow.

No progression.
Just consistency in existence.


I would say YOU should just be lucky I didn't publsh D2 instead. That one was fucking scathing. And money in its assessments. This is fucking romper room.

Once again apologies to everyone else. But hey if you liked that then thanks. If you don't like my pussy doodles...THEN I DON'T WANT TO KNOW YOU.

- Pussy Doodler