#fancy's

FCFF is a thing wherein the artist draws a picture of a sad cat and then writes beneath it the one thing the cat would have done if it could have lived another ten minutes.

late late last night around midnight sounding all like i couldn't even muster, arguably stood up to make your phon, flaunting your demeanor yearly as a means to an end toe calls for you. uncertai whether your return back and forth, eating, drinking, sleeping, reading, making your phone calls, dishes to name a few watching the door gun in hand like some kind of hound in my bathrobes on. you asked what i meant when i said my facial expression given a mixture of formality for the confused, naievity and general discern for the bedstock towels, arrangements to carry in the space the resentment of me, uninstalled toilet rises such as the toilet paper i had been prompted to substantiate. the microwave being the closest i had imagined had practically dirtied itself. so outside the area the most angry, saddest people were eating their ice cream cones briefly. management is not allowed to give a way free cups of water, even on christmas eve, no matter how long you've been running through the ghetto at midnight looking for you with my huge huge bucket of kfc, i had gone to bed, leaving you off during this interview a-bock bock bock bock bock send this back to the kitchen i wanted extra pickles (bad pickle stork impersonation) i wanted to sneak into bed with you...and make you a burrito I EAT FOOD WITH THE MOUTH MADONNA WANT THA MANAYSE holy shit don't freget dah later and close the door for real this time as all like BAM BAM BAM BAMM!!!  ASK YOURSELF AS DEALY FOR SUCH A MIANDERMENT upon insipid squanderers, misconstrued as you openly detray me in whatever post-apocolypse hell this room describes to take pictures of your doomed maggots on, as it isn't embarassing enough to try attempting a trade of jargon with you already, you have the ineptitude to somehow retain more 'likes' than a person of even lower qualities, why has never discerned the difference of being liked against say, being right instead of wrong! this was never a caste, populatirty contest in the least and the only thing worse than your poorly faulty misguided attempts of being around. you REALLY think as of now I'm through masquerading on and on about these the hotel room being the site where abouts where you and your fellows reside in and call in to discuss how you drink more crack than I, as previously discussed, flaunting yearly as a means to an end to subextricate myself from you, YOUS and her I am going to attempt to do nothing, yes absolutely nothing except proclaim haughtily what I am eating and/or drinking ATM, and maybe I won't even do that. you're penniless whore slavves the lot of you and now as my self-proclaimed ebbs, of your unparticipation and falsified claims to unsbailey's Irish colicitedly perpetuate blah blah upon hearing this does your car crash I will be eating KFC with Bailey's Irish Cream in my coffee with cheesecake and having ghost blowjobs in the mirror in ghost blowjobs in the mirror in some random motel in a random city. some rodeo clown called november 1. what is your favorite food when you are eating? Number 1. Whatever 2. Whatever. What is your setup Number 2. Whatever. Three I cannot think of a third question. I am not complaining I am copiling to know how each cozy slumbers again Is it cannot put up with this attitude between my reactions, the untamed bedframe, that opening stated, hurriedly, that I was the one sequestered for I need a cigarette, BRB. Dishevelled saturated and rather uncomfotable pillsows complicate and execute the lampshades exterior lighting and heating for the rest, moving in the back, well lit-stone arch wood with a hint of magenta suited for the pimp juice  in the lords finest hours. Management came all at me like actin ALL up in charge, he told me to tell you that, and I quote, the garbage was on the floor, the room was completely trashy. In this town beratement could belate a fine amount before whatI assume the mayor ardently made before, in some kind of monopoly stockyard market scam. It was not urine or pubic hairs that made the room bare but I couldn't help but notice that again, all could not be the same, well over that it had become a larger and larger pile of dust by what was becoming the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat in. The shower held my attention for the longest as the TV wasn't even off or couldn't be working ATM. Thank you for your attendance into the situation my condolences for your poor wretched soul(s). care become, that It was definitely not urine in the room caused by me, a pile of dust swept into the corner of the oom, as expected. By the way the remains remain to quote "completely unsanitary" just look for yourself. I became riled/ confused or termed "disruptive" in the shwoer on account of expressing the intense vertigo and nausea I was feeling from the claustrophobic effects and dizzying confusion. I felt after neglect of the exposure of nondisclosed explanations as to why I was even in the shower for in the first place, nearly two hours in the first place, especially since it turned out it was for a pile of dust swept in a corner. and i definitely wasn't fappy... I was just trying to ge4t someones attention as I thought that they had forgotten me in there or were playing some sick, sadistic petty little joke that when we were older we could have been avoided, costs would all at once or held concern but for frequently turned bad as he told me to and I quote "stick your this and that up your ass you dirty old man" completely unnacceptably innapropriate approach to such delinquent manifold before I report him to the authority. I cannot convey how blithingly unaccomidating the dark nights darkness waS, encompassing the room. Vacuums could be heard as early as 10 in the morning through the cracks in the walls. Please excuse my poor grammar I correct yet another mistake made on your behalf was I am ambigulously disorganzied ATM. This exciting writing might be jarred or "completly" disarrayed. When I arrived in the room on the second of December, there was cum pubes on the wall, toilet paper on the ceiling, and Neo-Nazi/Christian popaganda written on the walls. I believe it's almost in  human form of treatment to lock someone in a small space for more than two  hours. with soapscum, hair and skin containing diseases ion the shower, and give no explanation to why expect some kind of reaction, wall nuts or not, to know what? happening/writing on walls and toilet paper from a previous stay. no toilet paper. the vents on the air conditioners clogged by food from the mayors obstinate speeches delegating with the degenerate crackheaded whores next doors. Spaciouos and accomodating the room smelt great, except for two times in 1994 given an incredibly low class five star review for such a high tail establishment. painstakingly ardent, proof of the lack of cruciality foretold by the proceeding. of course! any pertaining substantiaries. would most probably vanquish all plausibility, as there was an attempt when I entered the room directly at me pausing for vacancy, the bed unkempt, ununiform most indilligently strewn sperated sheeting the misuse. of the term. capriciously four rooms down checking ardently. for scratches on the walls they had participated fervenbtly. in extricating others were only reacting to the lack of toilet paper the situation, beginning with the means. everyone in here is disruptive, all of the units are unsanitary, so simply describing that, I am currently not potraying some kind of charge within itself is heinous. Now if they had toook the time to actually clean the room before my arriving none of this would have happened, not that anything did, and everyone would have been spARED the time it took for an autopageous maids to call, say over a pile of dust I swept up and not to quote "garbage all over the floor." as it to quote was incorrectly but notable termed by management. I had not I repeat had not said gently that she had even exposed my aptitude as unswarthy as was conducted unnecessarily by the two. I almost couldn't speak. I had written earlier to the mayor the govenor and the dean carrying if this was, in fact in order? They both had commended listessly given artifacts of information, delibrately stalling every inaction, awry or not, inaccessible and without forth right fortitude for such a thing as, per say, spilling bleasch on all of my paperwork, soaking each before regarding it to the lateral, commenting on arduous and. flaming pennystock, well so, I approached with demeanor my grandeur partially exhumed and with great disproporated.

this sham of a dinner party!