Three Ounces of Whoop-Ass

there's something about helena using milchick's first name and irving IMMEDIATELY weaponizing that shit against him. in an environment where personal information is so tightly controlled that innies don't know their own last name, wouldn't knowing your manager's full name feel like having a gun to their head? and irving pulls the trigger the second he knows he has a bullet. i love you gay old man

[jojo pose] count dracula. [different jojo pose] nice to meet you. [jojo walk cycle] alexa, turn down the music! [the obnoxious music doesn't change volume] mr harker

Cuntula

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency