BLOSSOM IN RIBCAGE

Eating hot chips imparts a basic need within me to lie. To make up bullshit. I think I will. 

Dave has been sending me videos of the men from The Sopranos superimposed into Skyrim for what feels like days. 

Once again I am tormented by the baseless requirements of the mortal coil. 

Miss Jilly claimed that her terrible juice could regrow limbs and cure the gays. Who knew. 

Does anyone recall the rotten cabbage juice cult? Jilly and her Juicers? People were drinking canned botulism by the pint and their bodies were reacting so viscerally to it that they would shit themselves inside out and die of dehydration, and due to the fact that these people did not believe in doctors, they thought this was a good thing. 

Saying yes to non-invasive surgeries even though I think I would quite like to have my skull cracked a little bit open for the medical experience is my one non-fatal flaw. 

In general I do think that human religions have gone a little soft. Ritual sacrifice and becoming extremely drunk and out of your mind are no longer implemented as divine worship in most, and that’s just sad. 

You’re in it for the money. I’m in it because I think it would be funny. 

@vulgarity Considering your influence over your earth it would be even easier.

Stop giving me notifications that [blog] has made a new post. I don't care. It enrages me at best. At worst, I will rip up the couch in customer relations and I will feel nothing for it.