The rooster isn’t dead.
He was hiding,he was healing.
Now, he seems to have reemerged.
Tough to kill a Cock.
Malignant narcissist.
Sting’s a bit, but only if there’s truth in it.
I prefer hypomania.
Illusion of grandeur.
Just a way you feel, not necessarily your fate.
You bastards.
I don’t come to where you work and slap the dick out of your mouth.
Mmmm..
You get to choose what bothers you.
Maybe you are malicious, just, do it where no one can see you.
Do it where you don’t bother anybody.
Duh.
I won’t apologize for the act.
Agree.
Malignant, growing.
Consuming the energies of any creature around..
Maybe.
But I like animals.
And I’m also learning, just slowly.
Your world is ridiculous too, takes a lot of hubris to act like it isn’t.
Hubris.
Hubris man.
And I drew a hubris man..
Heh ..
You won’t clip my wings and you won’t knock my stride.
That’s not how this works.
So bleh!
I do care about the children, I just think the parents should have thought harder.
And it will matter someday.
Or it is the greatest joy of being alive, creating a human.
Teaching.
Maybe we could teach them to make less humans 😆
You motherfuckers.
You butterfingered motherfuckers.
You cantaloupe antelope.
You bar mitzvah tar blister.
You diabetes socks.
You compression anklets.
Alright.. I’m sorry 😐
Fuck you want from me?
Get to it
dawn 