Says the Nothing Kid, "my home makes me sick." Glass held aloft to God. "Thanks for my dead end job." Says the Nothing Kid. "Fun is so stupid". Glass held aloft to the room, he yells as his voice booms.
"I need you like a fucking lobotomy. Even less than some botched vasectomy or an enema using boiling hot coffee... Am I being over dramatic when I say that I hate everyone and absolutely everything?"