Just me and them out there as usual, smoking as usual. It’s nice sometimes out there all alone in the early morning, magical even sometimes.
So. In my mind one morning i thought, because of them, “im living in the mind of a demon.” It turned out to be true i think. At first i thought something stupid as if we were literally in a demon’s brain.
But if they made this thing we’d most certainly be living in the mind of a demon. Straight from a designer of a psychopathic nature and a foul intent.
It’s true though. We’re living in the mind of a demon.