When I like someone I imagine what their flesh would taste like. And then I imagine what their flesh would taste like. And then I imagine what it would taste like if I eated them. And then I wonder what their flesh tastes like
I am a giant cunt all the time because I no longer smoke weed starting at 6am. How could this possibly be “healthier” for me than getting blasted every second of the day and being happy? I’m going to harm myself and others.