Six Feet Under

Cliches and bullshit.

All of it. You try to look at yourself in the mirror, and all you see is the remnants of something that used to be good, or at least worthy of respect. Instead where they once were you see the exact thing that you promised to never turn into.

And honestly, it makes you sick to your stomach. You remember all those wise words of advice, the pseudo-intellectual bullshit you spout trying to cover up all your foibles, fears, flaws. There's no difference between you and the rest of them. Hypocrisy is such a sweet, sweet drug.

In the end, it's all the same.
And in the end, you have to live with the things you do.

Until further notice, the Insane Ox will be offline.

Goodnight.