There’s a girl that had a persistent case of the hiccups and then she became a murderer.
The freak sex bar has been set .
First of all, imagine a lover having a chronic case of the hiccups..
Are you thinking about it?
Thiiiink about it ..
Awesome right?
Now pour some murderer on top of that .
We, as a people, need to understand, as a society,,,
Why is sex with crazy people so awesome?
Men will murder for a crazy one.
Mur-duhr.
Happens all the time, all the time. The crazier it is and the crazier the relationship becomes?
Goodness gracious ππ
Messy…
Hopefully you bail before the murder phase,duh, but still.
Doesn’t feel real unless you’re with a crazy one..
Then the next realization, the scarier of the two ..
I don’t even want to say it ..
(needΒ me to?)
Nah..
I can do it…
We’re all crazy.
It’s a sliding scale and it’s got a lot of colors,but ultimately,
We are all crazy little bugs.
Different flavors, different tempo and rhythm.
Still crazy.
Still children…
I have family that are happy Christians ,the nicest people,the happiest,, a house full of real love..
But they believe in crazy shit.
Straight up,crazy,,shit.
Heaven is real, Jesus is on his way back and he’s the nicest guy…
But he’s also vindictive and a fighter.
And he’s going to fight the Devil…
And all the people that believe Are going to be transported up to heaven.
Happy family, no ,the happiest.
Sober.
Dead fucking sober.
Household full of love…
Believing in crazy shit.
I’d give my left nut for that level of stability.
I’d do cartwheels up and down the freeway…
(not in the cards) π
Nah..too sane for crazy shit.
But At least drugs are honest, they’ll kill ya,but you’ll be aware of it.
So,,
I can make fun of crazy shit, a lot of people die for crazy shit, people are still dying over crazy shit.