Diatribe from last nightEverything came out of your mouth. All at once. The mouth that you thought may as well have been stitched together, that might have come undone once you finally had to speak in some class or something, and the professor asks you what the hell you’re doing while you’re sitting there, your jaw swimming in blood, and you spit and tell him “nothing,” well it just said something.Diatribe from last night
You’ve been really quiet for a long time, like someone hiding underground. You’re a cave dweller, except that the cave is your mind, and your mind is a cave. Unfortunately, silence is a piston, pressing slowly into your temple, and the unfortunate thing about
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The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
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Behold my websiteness!
WITH A DILDO.
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