I had this thought I was playing with.
About living your life as a true asshole, isolating,never making real connections, never growing out of a crawl..
And the reason?
Chairs.
I just want to save money on chairs at my funeral.
I hate that every single fucking thing is about a dollar, so I don’t want anyone to make money off me when I die.
(lol,how bout while you’re alive?)
No..
You’re whores.
And you do things with whorish motivation.
I can do it differently.
And if I’m an asshole, you won’t need many chairs at the funeral.
Which will save money.
Makes sense in my little mind.
dawn 