Life has a way of just ripping me apart. I just love this shit! You ever find someone you are sure is perfect for you and they are taken by another. Taken by another who is an absolute monster. Treats them terrible and yet they run back with their tail tucked between their legs like a homeless curr dog. I genuinely just don't like most people. Everyone is so superficial, trying to conform or please the majority, that I just cannot deal with the average person for very long. Then along comes someone I actually like being around. We can laugh at the same morbid or tastelesss jokes. Yeah whatever you don't know me, Get wild on everything under the sun and not have to explain or feel guilty about our sinful pleasures. I want life to be real with my next ex-wife, ya know? Nothing lasts forever, everything degenerates or decomposes with time. Some say there is someone for everyone we just have to find them. What I want to know is: Where the fuck are you chic? Is there really anybody out there? The truth does not exist, and we are all just imaginations of ourselves moving in a slow vibration.