There Are Bodies Buried Everywhere You Just

To Hell With Housework, Our Top Priority Has Always Been Between Our Legs.

For The First Time In Longer Than I Can Remember, I Feel Peaceful. Not Happy. Not Sad. Not Anxious. Not Horny. Just All The Higher Parts Of My Brain Closing Up Shop. The Cerebral Cortex. The Cerebellum. That's Where My Problem Is. I'm Now Simplifying Myself. Somewhere Balanced In The Perfect Middle Between Happiness And Sadness. Because Sponges Never Have A Bad Day.

Every Masterpiece Is Just Dirt And Ash Put Together In Some Perfect Way.

We've Taken The World Apart But We Have No Idea What To Do With The Pieces.

You're Not Getting This Back You Know. Consider It An Asshole Tax.