can i offer you a nice egg in this trying time?

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

I’m the black mold in your house giving you insane hallucinations

a long distance friend is kind of a dead wife in a way

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

(thinks about something someone said 2 months ago) Fuck you

Remember to kill everything in your way today no hesitation

formative years? aren’t they all?

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

ive heard if its all gone wrong and is fucked beyond repair you can actually use it for banana bread

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

Fish aren’t dumb for biting worms on a fishhook. If there was a jolly rancher in a gun barrel I would at least try to grab it out