irma vep

I feel like an existential vampire. And then sometimes I feel like I make 100 mistakes a day. It helps to be mad at people. It helps to feel angry. It helps to spit in the face of the Rain and leave burning bags of shit at the Sun’s front door. It helps to help yourself to a little emotion charcuterie board. It helps to help other people, but only when they say thank you before you even do anything worthy of a thank you letter. It helps to drink. It helps to smoke. It helps to throw money down the drain. It helps to clog the drain with all the hairs you can rip from your head before anyone even notices. It helps to tell your nose to bleed. It helps to bleed. It helps to be a Vampire. It helps to live forever, because you will have more than 100 years to make 100 mistakes a day and then fix them. It helps to fix them. It helps to tell your mother.