My entire life is powered by a desire to go swimming in nice water. I only work to go swimming. The winter is hard for me because I lose sight of what is most important when I am far away from going swimming
I've been wearing all wool, head to toe, in every single dream I've had for the past eight months. My therapist won't tell me what it means. I know she knows, but she won't tell me. That must mean it's really bad.
When I was born they tossed me into a bin labeled 'No good', but then they fished me out, handed me a cane and a top hat, and told me I'd make it in show biz. I think I was tossed head first I'm so sleepy all the time, And violent. Bring me my tap shoes, I feel a song coming on
anyone with taste more esoteric than me is a circlejerking schizophrenic. anyone with taste less esoteric than me is a slop producing brainrot consumer