They probably wouldn’t want me either 😢
Drats.
My friends are so depressed 🫥.
So beaten.. destitute interlude,
(eating food)
Been so rude.
Cannot conclude.
The worst of moods.
Hodge podge Sistine chapel, trademarking stagnant piss snapple.
Rancid.
Ruckus .
I’ll pluck my eyeball out and throw it at you,from across the room.
Better yet, I will astral project my single eyeball, And I will see everything behind the scenes.
I’ll know it all, solely from intuition.
That little voice inside of you is actually the voice of God, before the concept became so perverted.
Entrenched.
So you listen.
And you talk to it .
Ask it questions and wonder if it has any good advice..
dawn 