Nobody loves a genius child. Kill him - and let his soul run wild.

you won't see me anymore

I bleed hipster

Its accelerating and maybe you can't control it but its a bloom to feel the flowing underneath of which you taste. It tastes of richness and metal. Always metallic. Isn't that how it goes? We like it like that you know, "that way".

I like destroying music, I like noise, I like sound that sounds nice