WHEN WILL I DIE ?
WAITING AROUND FOR DEATH HAS BECOME SO MAINSTREAM HIPSTERS SHOULD HONESTLY GIVE UP SUICIDE , WHY SHOULD WE GO SEARCHING FOR THE EXPIRY DATE UNDER OUR OWN CAN'S ? WHY SHOULD ASTROLOGERS AND WITCH DOCTORS NARRATE THE STORY OF OUR LIVES AND WHEN THEY DO HOW MUCH OF IT AWE WE WILLING TO SIP ?
I UNDERSTAND IF YOU HAVE A SEVERE ILLNESS AND YOU WANT TO SETTLE THE UNSETTLED , PAY THE BILLS AND FUCK FOR A LIFETIME . BUT IF YOU AREN'T ? MY POINT IS WE CREATE OUR OWN DESTINY , GOD IS WITHIN US , YOU AND I MUST WRITE OUR FATE AND EMBRACE THE POWER OF CHOICE
I CAME ACROSS A PATCH OF DEER , SAD AND GLOOMY WITH SHADY FUR AND ANTLERS HANGING SO LOW THEY COULD RAKE THE SHADES OF AUTUMN , WELL FED ONLY TO SATISFY OUR VENISON CRAVINGS , BEING CAPTURES AND BRED FOR CONSUMPTION ISN'T WHY BAMBI'S MOTHER DIED.
