Maaaaan
I’m getting cranky as f***.
Need a fix.
Legit, I hope a meteorite falls out of the sky, but like a small one, roughly the size of a golf ball.
And I hope you’re walking down the street on a beautiful day, not paying attention at all, and I hope this little fireball just falls out of the f****** sky.
I hope it lands square on top of your head, dead center.
I hope the velocity punctures your skull and the sheer heat of the space object Cooks your brain from the inside out.
Yeah
Going to get my fix, cha cha cha, going to do some drugs,,, going to not worry about the sadness of reality.
There’s no afterlife!
There’s no heaven or hell and the only thing stopping you from murdering people is prison.
Be glad.
Be very glad.
Pretty nice day though, cool breeze easy going yeah pretty nice f****** day
dawn 