I’m really out of sync with the earth recently
I’d rather be a windae licker than special needs any day.
What you don’t know can’t hurt you.
Unless it creeps up behind you in the middle of the night.
A spectacular glance into homocide.
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The problem with people who try and stop you being offensive,
is that they're so fucking offensive.
You’re dealing with a two year old teenager with dementia.
Night is the best time to land on the sun.
I know what I am and I hate myself for it. I am a self-focused spaz.
Everything’s bigger, brighter, bolder, brasher. Just not better.