These fucking christ fuckers deserve to have their eye sockets drilled in and fucked to bits.
The lizards want no part of it or all of it either way it’s gambling at the casino royale.
So in short, I’m a lizard on the pacific rim.
What is the pop distro though? And who keeps tabs?
Not my job oh well.
Not even the workweek rn.
Ugh hobbies. How to deformalize the term hobby. Evil slime ruined and continues to ruin my life.
I need to see where the brain disease stops.
The therapist is not doing a good job he just teaches me to breathe and not be anxious. IM NOT ANXIOUS IM A VICTIM FUCK YOU.