days fade and nights grow

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

it's called the whether because it depends

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

wow you have dogshit taste (remembers im trying to be nicer to people who like different things) uh i mean, it's beautiful how the breadth of human experience is so wide it encompasses those with good taste and those with dogshit taste

idc what the topic is or if i agree with the take or whatever, if you are delivering your message through a video of you putting on makeup or doing a long ass skincare routine, i'm not listening to you

I was terminally online from a young age