Hmm. Nice wank. Forgot who was my braincell companion.
Got up went to the toilet. Looked at the mirror.
Strange. Since when did I tatoo my tummy.
It's neatly done too. All black ink, shape of a small lizard.
I have never gotten drunk or high in my life. When did this happen.
Oh fuck it is a small lizard whaukuhkhkugea. Wiped dude off onto the floor.
Washed him away into the drain.
There, that's for giving me a mini shock. Join all the cockroaches I've banished down there.
Cunt.
On another separate trip to the loo I met who might be his uncle or sumin'.
I'm like yo, your nephew? *points to the big bottomless pit*. Yeah.
I'm all alone now.
Where are the females?
In my fucking mind.
Where should they really be?
In my fucking comforter.
Where should I be then?
In that very same comforter.
Is the 'should' happening?
No.
When will it be happening?
When I get lucky.
Why?
Cause I'm a passive loser.
Why?
Fuck you.
Peace.
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you are sick. i like.
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