I miss my cat I want my cat
I <3 tripping and stumbling and eating absolute shit and also spilling my drink at the same time
Spiritually my spirit is always smoking a cigarette but physically i am.not because hashatg smoking kills
the man that pisses on the honey suckle vines while dreaming about the poisons in his body killing the very earth underneath him is also the man that thanks god - thanks GOD- that the boy and the wife are out of town when the horrors of the world strikes. it’s the silver lining of his death as he’s being mauled, thank god, thank god, that there are still good things out there that the scales are still balanceD because a miserable soul like me is being snuffed out thank god