SOUNDTRACK TO A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
and i was staring at myself in the mirror, job is a fart, life is a fart, who am i? this is the question. the recently deceased poly styrene is screeching in my ears, saxophones goin’ and the guitar makes me feel like my grandmother’s synchronized swimming team is doing a special performance. i’m in the middle and they’ve got their gorgeous gorgeous smiles plastered on as they cut me down with chain saws all coordinated and shit. sorry i’m a disappointment, should’ve at least participated in intramurals but my hand eye coordination sucks and i run like a gimpy tyrannosaur.

About the image: My wonderfully talented friend Taj took my vision and made it a reality. THE BRAINCHILD OF TWO INCREDIBLY DISTURBED FUCKOS.
Thank you, and remember: XANAX IS A FUCKING LIE!
-b. ada