So I haven't been posting anything. Bite me.

My life slithers through the traffic of grim dull monotony. An hour becomes a minute, a day becomes a race and a week becomes a cycle. You wake up, you move along at the speed of a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter, you don't even dare to look in the mirror to see what trash you really are. Then you transgress the will of God, live with your partner for a few days, overeat for the sake of flavour, leave your dog in the balcony despite it being 36 degree celsius and realise... You have genuinely mastered the art of disregard for life. Not just yours. But your dog as well.

"Prince Charming died." just went my sister. This is a madhouse. And I am the poster child of this institution. Someone has to combat this social sickness, no?

So children, take your paints, vandalise your wall to ask yourself why you're still alive,

when death is the only thing worth living for.

I am the fucking queen of the world. If you think not, I could hardly care less. About you. Or your dog.

So follow me, or get on your knees.
http://twitter.com/MichConstantine.