#chris dankland

[tasteforrot]

Nothing in this world is good. Every rock and speck of dirt is drenched in ancient blood. I see nothing but failure and dishonor in every direction I look. Every day I weep because I cannot leave this horrible earth behind, this hell. Every day I smoke weed and pray that it will sweep me high into the air, away from ordinary life and ordinary people, but it never does. I long to be a cold dead frozen thing floating through outer space. My brothers and sisters, you must flee this place. You must cut your heartsick anchors and drift away. You must not let your feet touch this world. You must not let the sickness of this world infect you. Smoke weed, brothers and sisters, and get as high as you can.

[tasteforrot]

When I’m not recording, I spend most of my time practicing being a ghost. I’m famous for now, but one day I’ll be a ghost forever. I want to be prepared. At night I sit alone in the dark empty hallways of my mansion and smoke weed and haunt. I haunt the shit out of empty hallways. I really hope that there aren’t any ghost cops in the afterlife.