“no one thinks about you,plus your beef ain’t legit, so stay off the tee-eye-pee of my dick”-Stomp
I might buy a third blog and have them all talk to each other.
The Internet is really neat π
It was never good,it never had to be good. It wasn’t boring ironically,it was boring naturally, I didn’t set out to make something good , just to make something,soooo.
Just too weird, π I’ll shake it off, I have nothing to do with anyone,I’m just a stranger talking,
Sometimes I’ll take lettuce and just smear it on my face,then I’ll put a tomato in each armpit,then I just squeeze… Really really slow. Feeling the pulp of the tomato oozing out, tickling your armpits, cool but not cold, some different temperature, sliding,, thick like mucous, red blood snot vessels being squeezed to death, lettuce shreds smeared across the face.
Forgot where I was going with that.
Something about Mexican food and food fetish mockery . Meh, who cares
A food fetish is a weird thing. I wonder how many cavemen had sexual oddities? I would guess not many, perhaps it’s option overload, scratch an itch until it progresses into weird territory. I say whateves, do your thing if it hurts no one, funny to poke fun at though, people’s strange motivations and all that’s connected to it. Sex is awesome and beautiful and addictive and ,,, and and vulnerable, and dangerous, and meaningless without heart, and treacherous, and a negotiation chip, —
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And completely natural. And what people do.
It feels good to be able to talk again.
So then I shot the kid with the BB gun, the pellet went up into his hand and he had to go to the hospital. Ruined the family reunion,
But he was talking shit. I thought the gun had only been pumped up once, but my cousin had pumped it about ten times.
I don’t know why I pulled the trigger.
The reality didn’t set in until he started crying.
I did that.
Accidentally, but I pulled the trigger. Shot that little punk.
(you felt bad)
And got my ass beat relentlessly. Always. Always in trouble, always in fear, always in crisis. That led to this, and we’re going to get past it, one way or another.
Feeling strong.
This font looks like a box of Cheerios.
I wonder if the guy from Rammstein date raped that chick, that’s fucked, right ?
We can all agree that’s not ok behavior. I never did that, no sin near that nature,
Fuck me, I read someone else’s blog…. I’m not alone, there’s nothing special π₯Ίπ₯π₯π’π’ππ₯π’π₯π’π
Oh well.
Fuck it.
Holy shit, butt-fuck an Eskimo.
I have the option to download everything I’ve ever typed, it’s not meant to be read start to finish,it’s made to be shuffled. So I could shuffle them all, then throw them away. Set some shit on fire. You don’t do not nice things