til my balls fall off
and my dick collapse
imma rip this shit
til my butt collapse
(til my balls fall off
and my dick collapse
imma rip this shit
til my butt collapse)
good morning, Let’s Get Beaten & Robbed
my brain is filled with a kind of dissonant, shimmering fog - i’m not Depressed, I’m not Happy, but I do know one thing; I sure am stupid. and I am getting 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 Fat. I’ve been a creature of inertia, both retarded and weightless, drifting through my days, and my diet has suffered. I’ve been subsisting on a diet of candy corn and syrup and hard candies and microwaved shredded cheese. I’ve always wanted to just become a cloud of gas. A poisonous gas cloud floating through the aisles of Giant, or Wegmans, or a speedway, or something. And while I feel I’m closer to that goal than I’ve ever been, I am still tangible. Something is tethering me to this earth still; I think it’s the candy corn.
Lately, I Do Not Have Much to Say
(I gasp awake, clutching my chest after quitting weed cold turkey)
Gf: Again?
Me: I felt the orcs blade pierce my heart as my elven kin died
Her: Helms deep isn’t real baby
(I reach for my bong)
Her: No! The job search!
Me: You weren’t there! Some things is bigger than jobs