the fine art of absolute failure

 

little man with a gun in his hand will always aim it at your heart

 

breaking the hands of the saints and all their masters

 

not god, but something real

 

the kids all just want to get you high

 

everyone says it only hurts for a little while

 

dead man says this shit can only get better

 

it was summer and then it was too late

NEW WORK AT

INDEFINITE SPACE 

and everyone is sorry for who you've become

 

failures and fuck-ups and losers

NEW WORK AT

FINE PRINT 

good fucking times in the kingdom of nil