Micolus the Colossus

i cant breathe...i cant fucking focus my eyes, i can barely write this shitty blog thing but i feel its the only semi-productive thing i can do but in saying that i realize that it is not productive at all to be talking of your non-productiveness

all i can do is to listen to music and do school-work...cant think

is this the end? am i being sucked away from my self into the abyss of the sheep....well, at least ill be happy


my being miserable can only be cured in two ways: sheepifying or some exposure to fierce bloody rebellion...

let me be drowned in your blood, wicked members of the human race. Let my blood mix with yours...



let me bathe in it


...and then he fell asleep with his face distorted with sleepy wrath






- also, we're only truly happy when we drink milk...(and no i don't mean symbolical mother's milk, I mean regular goddamned milk...but symbolical mother's milk could work to i guess)