why in the name of god would i ever want to return

peel off our skin,
we're gonna burn what we were to the ground
fuck in the fire,
and we'll spread all the ashes around
i wanna kill away the rest of what's left
and i do
yes i do

time check. this is where it gets interesting. the fortress is looking more and more chaotic the more it gets dismantled. the majority of my boxes are getting filled up with things i'm donating. get rid of a bookshelf and reveal a whole new area to sort through. open a drawer and reveal another junkbox of memories i need to get rid of. the more i do, the worse the place looks. and i still don't know where i'll be living in two weeks. what a fantastic fucking city i call home.

this extra hour is really going to make a difference.

i can't wait until the poisonous maple syrup cloud starts to thin out the population. maybe it'll be easier to find an apartment.