disastrophe

this is oh so perfect
now we all know that when we do things that are wrong to those we love, we are forced to deal with the consequences and possibly harmful side effects. yet, we all too often overlook the fact that they are not real people, merely robots, programed to malign, slander, and possibly kill us. making you miserable is far from the worst thing they can do. they'll kill you if you let them in, i swear it. now go find a rock and smash their head in. kill them ere they kill you. in the great land of Bewildia you'll meet again. i swear it. they do exist. somewhere between.

my horoscope says ill be succesful in my profession this week, but i don't have a job... maybe it's symbolic. or maybe it's total crap

someone said this was creative, but it's not. it's only my way of lettin the pressure out of my head, and it feels really good when i do. like when giant space genitals pork softly.
buzz like a fridge, he does