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fucking normie scum get off my board and go back to your girlfriend and your frat partys with high fives and joints in hot boxes and rimjobs while you play football and lettuce in your hamburgers and recycling on mondays and fucking 2L of milk and wireless internet and pinecones in bowels and brand new soffit's and nailgun repairs and intersecting fields of fire and polyisobutylene in your gum and taylor swift on your ipod and fresh linen on the ground and the essence of good communication and breathing fire and dear penthouse forum and latest in skin care technology and crawling back inside the womb and never finding the time and jars of spiders and the sound of hollow years and the look of defeat and a pound of flesh and eating children and sharpened sticks and sand in my eyes and windows with textures and falling down stairs and hidden knifes and the truth is relative to context and there building a dam in my head and dildos on chairs and sucking chest wounds and butterflys in my room and age is not synonymous with wisdom
America's last four deaths have all been to Cthulhu.
This is where I get off...
Don't waste your time or time will waste you.
"Why would you rewire a wardrobe?" "Have you seen the way I dress?"
Every president fills their cabinet with other politicians. A labor secretary who's never had a job. A secretary of transportation who's never ridden a bus.
What I really want is a guy who is kind of skinny and almost homosexual.
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