In a generation pushed into the lines of fire, bullets symbolizing terrorism and materialism. STARK RAVING MAD about what you're wearing, how you look, or who gave Miley Cyrus herpes now.

Where did this seemingly harmless attitude come from? THAT DAMN CONSTANT STUGGLE FOR THE UPPER HAND! Now look what you've gone and made me do America, you made my blood pressure rise.

I loathe my braying heart. Beats pulsing, blood flowing into repetitive rythms and constant reminders of "I am, I am, I am."

NO more
"I am, I am, I am."
Moreso
"I'm fake, I'm fake, I'm fake."

That and I suck at drawing, hi.