Cross the fucking limit

Of everything. Come on! Lets destroy every feeling good or bad.
Why do we have to care about an invisible thing? The only real things are the people and drugs, nothing more to support on when you´re mad. The feelings only break our lifes, an the patetic thing is they´re just thoughts, they´re not material thing, not truly things.
All bullshit, all fucking stupid propaganda. From who? from romantic lonely sacks of shit.
Cloying romantic words and even entire books...all shit...cheap shit....