You know when you wake up in the morn to go to your shitty ass job for meager rags and no appreciation? When you feel so dead and tired, like as if you’ve been binge drinking, but you haven’t? When it’s dark as charred fecal matter out there…Outside, where your frozen car waits to be brought back to life, greeting you with a sickly growl, only to sluggishly cater you to the blinded shuffle of the dead where health and happiness are destroyed, replaced with a slamming iron gate decorated with the bones of your past, which dooms you to lament your rebellious teenage years? Yeah? Where it’s dark in your mind because life is like a Stephen King book, only without any monsters anshit?
Well, a jelly is when you stumble from the dark and are greeted by a warm, toasty light…Then you have some toast, with bright, shiny bouncy happy jam on it! It gives you strength. It gives you hope. Sometimes, it ain’t your flavor, not right for your ass…But it always tastes so damn good! Like a sparkling droplet of blood which will forever die in a puddle of mud, drowned but not forgotten, like a nice flower growing in an ocean of congealed vomit.
Nice flowers, giving you allergies, toast, choking you with tiny crumbs, jelly, sticking on the side of your lips like a sore, no matter how many times you clean it…
That’s us! Bringing an uppity sting to life, yeah? Fuckin rites.