No water required. Their very existence is untruth. To exist is to suffer To breath is to bleed To love is to be rejected To live is to a burden To feel is to cry. Everything that I ve ever known is a lie. Convent deceit becomes a harsh reality.
Love is only the prequel to hate.
And romance, the great dramatic myth. The masses are but a shallow crowd. They are fuck machines. Dirty animals humping the air. Sweating and grinding their innocence away In a sea of drugs and disillusions.