my right boob used to hurt. and one night i was crying through all pores of my body and had to wake up 1000+ times to urinate after a sadistic sitcom series of nightmares where i wasn’t the one with the whip hand and i was back at the most ruthless and merciless working place. it is intolerable when i am not the one whipping at myself if i were ever to get whipped. one never knows what enraged urination can result, but the next thing i know i blew up the toilet and there were cracks and unbridled valves just kept on pouring and splattering shit water at me and it was just not my night. but you still gotta feel grateful for the buff pee tube that you possess!! and as if the woeful urine were the clot of flem that slowly yet painfully agonized you by calling up the memories of the 💩hole, i got the greatest deepest sleep afterward. that was when i realized that i didn’t have to deal with the worst shitfucks anymore. at least for now! and my whole body started feeling slightly peaceful but of course not wholly because still the world does not treat me as much as i deserve. i can always blow up the toilet and possibly skyrocket myself to the saturn and there will be where i throw my funeral just for my corporeal flesh and i shall forever be immortal
I used to think I would be an amazing painter. what makes a person an amazing painter?
I am a new millennial child. I can be alone for a long time just fine, without any company, as long as I have my computer and my keyboard. Haven and I once had a conversation a season ago when we went to the farm beach in the slapping freezing weather and we had gloves yet she wanted a situated selfie of herself so one of my hands had to be vulnerable to the slappin swooshing wind that battered me like crazy but i care about my friend’s self promotion so i did my best to get the best photo of her and boy am I philanthropic! and somehow thanks to the piercing coldness of course i became very aware of my physicality and started thinking about my bodily extension and realized that my keyboard is actually a very probable extension of my body with the possibility of my used white acura (who is probably now in the junkyard heaven rest in power💪) becoming a new extension. but now it’s gone and a used toyota sienna came into my life sooner or later and now i might end up with a used lincoln. I try to be as ethical as possible, yet i am/will never be so. fuck.
life is tiring but I still appreciate little moments i partake in including but not limited to ordering an 18″ new york style pizza all to myself and realizing what privilege I actually have!
so I still want to be a superstar and/or an amazing well-to-do person (possibly a mogul?)