yeah yeah suck-cock phallacy or whatever tf they call it

sure is a shame that i can’t control the elements to reflect my current emotional state. not that i need to be any more cool, sexy and powerful than i already am but nonetheless i think i deserve it

Best blackout poetry of the year

imagine all the people

a car goes full speed off a cliff and explodes at the bottom and when the smoke clears it's actually just perfectly parallel parked

a second car somewhere in the world perfectly parallel parks and when you think the car is finally aligned it spontaneously combusts and explodes

in the club thinking the world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. one thousand years from now there'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. sounds great to me.

*spends all of my time alone* perfect! but why am i crazy