#ewords

I don’t know that I have this level of patience when all I want to do is to rampage and paint the canvas with red, black, and blue. Tearing the paper off; letting the sound sings loudly in the chamber.

You can train a demon,  bind him with a spell,  all obedient and a loyal servant,  but he’s still a demon until the day he dies.

A Japanese tale said: 

An ayakashi only can love once in their lifetime. When they fall in love, they’ll commit to that person until they go into the hiding. 

Fucking with the crowds  Losing all the rhythms  You start at one hundred then bring home a big zero  Feed it, feed it, feed it  All your little pig-o  Feed it, feed it, feed it  Your fragile little ego

Your freaky song  Dodgy pinkish vibe  Look at the camera  Act, act, act Saying, “Bitch I’m a karma”  But we know you the drama  Can’t live without histeria  Wreck, wreck, wreck

Owning the cards  King, Queen, Joker shit  Ain’t prove it to nobody  Cuz we love to see the slaughter party

Call of Duty. COD. Blops. Whatever.

And this goes for every other video game.

YOU SUCK. You justify bare adequacy. You make us all okay with "real fun takes too much effort so I'm just going to occupy hours of my life with pretend fun."