i have another three hours with my cat. he is too weak now to balance in the window to get the sun and breeze he likes so i have all the big ones in the living room open for him. he is eighteen. he still purrs when i hold him. he is still him. i dont know if i will be. i love you
i forgot that the thing that worked about doing this was i didnt have to try and say any of jt to a real person, that there was even a way to begin with to talk but not have it personally count basically
im gonna be like that pusha t looking guy who hopped into the news thing to do his street disciples rap except im gonna ventilate my head on tv in a enemy jacket
mostly thinking generates tremendous sickness in ur body and if you feel like it doesnt for you its probably because you managed to make yourself so rancid with thoughts your brain evolved a poison sac like a blowfish to process the toxins u fuckin mutant