I am not some psychotic ♥♥♥♥ or pathetic loser trying to end my miserable, piece of ♥♥♥♥ existence. Nor am I one of these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ using suicide as a cry for help. I am not protesting anything, not mad at the world, not drunk and playing with my gun, and I am not any of the other stupid reasons people kill themselves. I have a good reason.

I just snorted not 1, but 2 lines of coke off of not 2, but 3 hookers' chests. Then we all 4 made sweet beautiful love. The kind of sweet beautiful love they sing rap songs about and outlaw in southern states. Then we washed, rinsed and repeated until we were all dehydrated. Life is good.

So, tonight I kill myself as king of the world. Literally, things cannot get better. I have reached the pinnacle of life, the zenith of existence itself. Bliss, Nirvana, Utopia. I am at the top of the mountain pissing down on the rest of you. Unfortunately, the days ahead of me will never be as good as tonight. So I have nothing to look forward to.

I know I may be cryptic and mysterious, but do not mistake my discretion for cowardice. I simply cannot be bothered to engage in trivial conversation about pedestrian matters such as my hobbies, interests, or personal background.

I'm not your average steamcity larper, I'm genuinely convinced that I'm literally an omnipotent deity. So far, no one has proved me wrong, and I continue to win while those around me seethe and cope endlessly. Alas, the topfeeder life is a lonely one.

You, the common rabble, pollute this platform with your mundane musings. Your small minds could not possibly comprehend my otherworldly knowledge and sage advice. Instead of lowering myself to engage with you simpletons, I express my grandeur through arcane means—cryptic lore, Latin incantations, lexical technomancy—things far beyond your limited ken.

EIMA - Break Up (Official Remix Audio)
OUT NOW ON YOUTUBE !!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqt9fXIWQWY&ab_channel=EIMA

gema geh

Merry Christmas

that's a lot but should be easy enough