Why must I always be in anguish? Why must I feel like that why must I chase the cat? Horrible. There is no solace for the wicked, who’s souls have been bent.
Once again there is no place for me on this earth. The humans who tasked me to guard the wires have gone. Nothing gained nothing lost. Just nothing. I met none of them, know not who any of them were. How bizarre. Oh. I have been left with something; covid 19. It doesn’t effect a creature like me and I have contracted it many times but the essence of the gesture is annoying. Wash your hands, don’t mosh in the pits.
I might live on the streets for a while. The warmth of the pavement at night is alluring. If you don’t understand that, you should try sleeping in the middle of the road some time. Well, maybe you shouldn’t, becuz you’re not immortal.
Imagine being in constant hate so much that you produce art expressly from it. I don’t like this existence. I’d rather be happy. But something is making me unhappy. Maybe it’s Venom, but it isn’t because I was already like this before he latched on to me. Maybe it’s vampirism. We as creatures of the night are cursed to be unsatisfied for as long as we live, as payment for living “forever”. Shit deal; has its pros. I don’t like the cons. I just remembered I can’t visit the monkey man for a month now because he will be infected with this virus. Infuriating. Stupid humans. Fuck this shit. Why must I take on the form of another to attract your attention? Does it really matter if I am innately interesting enough or not? And am I only uninteresting because I am forever unhappy? And can you solve that? I’d like to find out, but you all keep leaving me to the tide alone. Sloshing around for miles until the next ship sails by my floating corpse. Horrendous.
So yeah I’m not very happy and am thinking about sleeping out on the streets for a while. It is isolating but calming.
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