#xavierfasho

Worse and worse everyday, As I watch the world decay. Strange glances, shitty dances. Approaching thing with pure dismay. If the world could be pure, then I would be made of clay. Any youthful relevance oozing from obsolete screens. Did she get her fix today of boys attention and unfriendly hate. They wonder why we bathe in hate when love is foreign to the humane. Keeping up, sloppy much, saved by all these coffee stains. Legal drugs and very few hugs only for wretched progression. Anyone who’s not a robot has now become my new obssesion.