The tree, which I'll call Her is reaching the end of Her natural life. Limbs that once were spread apart, have thickened so much, that a hand has barely enough room to pass between and touch the spot, where in a tangled bush the sweetest fruit is...

tisk, tisk, tisk…  maybe I’m just crazy wasting my time in a cyber world caring for imaginary frenemies         giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!people who don’t know me feel the need to judge...

everyone walks around like a zombiebut it is me screaming brains! brains!where the fuck are the brains!?seems one day became todaythinking we're too lateit's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse! we've heard about themeven seen them aroundthe stupid and hatefulwe didn't think...