Yesterday I found out what amount I weed I need to smoke to get high and not waste it all, anal polyps taste like fried chicken. I'm pretty miserable right now cuz I'm hungry and have no appetite. Beet generation of meaninglessly burroughed words, I like to say stuff like this because it takes my mind off things like explaining why i've felt weird and purposelessly since the pandemic. LOVE, LUST & LICE. The Beatles are: John, Paul, George and Ringo! Waldo. Sometimes I wonder how things would have turned out if my mom never miscarried and I had another older brother. It took her long enough to realize that porn priests preyed on children, used their influence to get in each other's pants, strapped a pipe bomb to their phallus.
Should I post my art somewhere like here? I hate the absolute cesspool of a social media that is Instagram.
Find Waldo.
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