On the night of a moon I seep vapor and walk scraping under bare sky. I swear that I can live again but of this fact I am unsure, I scrape on; I accost men cast off and of them I seek insight into “the condition”
Who are you fucking rn. Why do you like them? Why don’t you like them, what’s wrong with you? How do you feel about your mom? What do you think about dental hygiene?
Do you think I’m pretty?
I do believe parents of AFRID kids that the child will actually starve themselves, like a lot of these kids have ended up getting tubed. I just wonder wtf this disorder looked like before highly processed food
Trump should appoint like kelly slater or someone to be secretary of gnar and then turn the reflecting pool into a nuclear powered wave pool and have people shredding barrels in it year round
I’ve lost 15 pounds since I’ve been back. Moderating poison intake will do that to you. I think as a woman I’m supposed to feel pleased with myself for doing this. But actually I feel disturbed constantly by the food system here to the point it’s not fun.
The human male is at most (and at peak physical form) made for physically brawling each other. We are not made for warfare. It is so disregulating for the human mind and body that war will physically last throughout the humans life long after he’s seen it.
I'm grateful for vapes and sometimes the screen. The screen that disregulates my nervous system by showing me how war looks. For making me experience war in some detached form.