I carry no true desire to harm others or myself.
We should study people like that, but it ain’t me ..
Fun to talk though..
Fart fart fart fart fart…
Be that as it may
Queef splat jazz shit play.
Blargitty blarg blarg blarg,,lah lah lah lah laaaaaaaaaaa,,,,,
All work and no play makes Jack an axe wielding psychopath ?
Feel feelings.
Even if you’re a few drops in an empty five gallon bucket….
Still counts.
It still counts fucker.
You feel things, you’re human, pet a fucking kitty cat.
Go stare at the sky for ten uninterrupted minutes.
Cram something in your ears to block out the sound of traffic..
Look on the bright side, you future homeless person you….
Crappin in a bucket…
Under a bridge..
Afraid of the other homeless people around you…
It’s war out here!
These people are dangerous…and they’re out for blood.. I just know it..
Gotta protect your neck…
Out here on these streets..
And If I was a homeless person.. during WW3???
That might make for some good typing.
Some neat perspective,,,
Pree-teee or-ridge-in-all….
Could be fun…
Maybe…
Probably not.
Should probably clench onto your job in fear, because it’s all you have….
Blerggggggg
dawn 