Surly Bitches & Other Obstacles To Happiness

I feel sick, I am coming down with something at the moment.  It would be nice to rest and try to sleep it off, but I just can't.  Too much going on in my head.  I just want to curl up in bed and never wake up.  Now that would be bliss.  But bliss cannot exist without existence, can it?


So much is going on in your life, and you're pulling away?  What is to become of me?  Will you discard me, just like the rest?  I know you talk to other people, and I am fast becoming nothing to you.  Why are you filled with so much malice towards me?  I'm going to pay in blood.


Joaquin out.