I’m over it. You fucked up. I give up. Now shut up and get lost before I start picking on you again. You ain’t got long.
Hairy rim, small hemorrhoid, freckle at 8 o’clock fragrance of tobacco manure vinegar and barnyard.
BACKSNATCH SPOTTER
(Corvallus Bronson Winslow III)
i sliced at my left arm with a small razor. the euphoria i felt for the moment after was incredible before it subsided into shame and regret. it’s summer and these are gonna take weeks to go away and i have plans. i don’t know what to do beyond finish the job
