sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year

"you should be at the club" I can't go to the club I'll be in there saying shit like "perchance" and "thrice"

take everything I say with a hint of garlic, ginger, spring onions and a dash of soy sauce

everyone hates me because i keep throwing broken glass at random people

mostly i do god knows what

its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

I like when my dreams reuse locations from past dreams. like oh cool we doin a bottle episode

on wikipedia straight up "learning it". and by "learning it" i mean, lets just say.. information

jack of no trades. master of fuck all

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams