#nazigate

Rappers define the scene. Daily Duppy is on. He’s talking about gringos and going to jail. I feel miserable listening to it, but I can’t help it. My heart is on fire, when I wake up. There’s something twisted about watching a Chinese girl get fucked online. Cake is on the table. Is this really an economy, I ask myself? What is all this talk about tariffs and benefits. It feels like a dream. I’m disassociating. Leo is saying random things about leather and chainsaws. I’m in the middle of nowhere, with no friends. A waiter is feeding me rice while I choke. Cold saliva drips from my lips. It splatters everywhere. The air is putrid. Men in suits talk about politics and radical papers. Manchuria is on fire. Japan is invading at rates near mass slaughter. I start dreaming about naked women and ice tea. That will be $7. Jesus Christ, that’s too much for tea. The plastic and rubber combine and melt. Mike is drinking milk with beer. The air is putrid. I start second guessing myself. The radio talks about sports and death. Everything is out of control. It’s crazy here man. I can’t take it! Hitler is Chinese bro! There’s a chocolate Hitler walking around! His mother keeps making buns and smoking marijuana! Hitler is Chinese bro! I start yelling at the top of my lungs. Chewing and chewing green grass. Grades and yellow rain come forth from the spout of the devil. Her breath stinks. It smells like rotten wood and green grass. My face is obliterated. The love of my life is sucking cock. My best friend is getting high. I’m stuck in a psychiatric ward. There’s nothing here for me. I want to be free. I want to run away and be free. The cock smells like piss and sweat. Halsey is singing about naked men. Nothing makes sense in this world.