Rotten like a crack whore.

Well hey,
maybe life is just one big meaningless lap dance.
And I'm the sad fool that thinks it's something more.



Is it that impossible to even pretend to listen?

Yes, impossible.
Heads too big, asses too small. Can't get head out of ass.

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Yes I don't elaborate. I never do. I don't see the point of it. I'm vague and bitchy and emotional and that's how it is.



It's the pre Raya depression. It's making people all stressed and lonely while innocent people are hurt when they go nuts because the cushions aren't fluffed up correctly to the pre approved diameter and height. Mental.


Meh.