but, whatever really, talking to you is like, .. i dont know, i just choose not to.
keep pummeling it. i guess i understood you already.


or maybe, it just hurt that, haha, discount? you didnt give it either.


maybe you deserve to be bittered. and i deserve to be happy.

time to, shovel those chips,

because you, well, its too late for you, so. next fukin life, muslims. this time, dont land here anymore... you are not good for the complexity of it.

i had to wash plates to figure it