you live by the ghost, you die by the ghost

sticks my finger in the barrel of your gun so it backfires on you looney toons style but the gun moaned and now none of us know what genre we're in.

im not above eating some low hanging fruit like if theres low hanging fruit i might eat some

READY THE ACID MAGNET

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?

let me be pervertly clear

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god