Day 84 – sanity cult

No! His blood would never go sour. As he keeps making new wound to make sure the dripping blood is fresh, the pain keeps him alive his bleeding keep ours. This is a very strange kind of euphoria that every drip that we sniff spreads into our system runs the kind of sickness that we want, that we live by. It keeps us immune to numbness. It sparks emotions we could never picture our selves, but we understand. It lubricates our stiff creativity mind, that gradually cures our impotent. It keep us here with no promised end, every moment, each of the story is another beginning.