got to go to work. god damn what a bummer

i do realize 
i'm a fucking deviant,
but just can't help myself
sometimes.

here's your fucking home
all drywalled&plastered&painted
&made up in 
pointless peculiar decorative
shit.

&
no,
thank you,
it's
my
job
&
as much opium as i can cram in.
i hope i'll kill myself,
before i do someone else.