Lying awake, no need for alarm clock.
Nightmares are back but I'm not sleeping.
Rotting and nauseous, anxious, exhausted.
Hang up the phone, I just can't do this.
Yesterday, 63 million people voted for a campaign based on hate and fear, "BUT AT LEAST PUNK'S GOOD AGAIN."
I should have known, should have known better.
Now I can read hatred in numbers.
How many flags of the Confederacy did you see growing up in the northeast?
This is no time to play dead.
I better message all my friends, tell them this is not how this ends.
Make a to-do list before the 20th:
get an IUD, sign up for therapy.
Let's talk strategy for 2018.
I'll hold onto this anger.
No normalization, no collaboration!
Block, disrupt, resist!
If I go down, I will go down swinging!
Block, disrupt, resist!
I'll throw myself on the gears and the wheels to stop this machine.
Show you what ungovernable means.
And now we're stuck with this.
No way out.