I can always find what I want while lying in the ditch

Looking to be sanctioned by all the wrong things in all the wrong places always at the right time.

Sometimes we all want to be saved, worshipped, and made to belong. There are myriadian amounts of ways to be rescued from this terribly frightful inhospitable thing called atheistic existential existence. Even on our good days.



Plants will save me



Hurting myself will save me
Elitism will save me
Bush doctor come save me please