nuclear artifacts @ www.ebay.com

Your grasp of reality seems tenuous, followed.

how many apps do i have to flip through to see god

did the slime kids turn out ok tho

kinda wanna do this, but only for the amphetamine prescription you get at the end

i can’t be fucking bothered to move. if this place dies, i’m just gonna text my friends + see if they remember who i am

Great so NOW I learn that the true path to power is the just be a little whiny smirky bitch strategy

my philosopher name is Immaculate Kunt

im bringing phrenology back by gripping the skulls of my white male friends + asking them to “explain this dent” whenever they say something i don’t like

whenever i kill off a group chat it becomes crystal clear once again that the fumes i inhaled mixing random bathroom chemicals together as a kid to make perfume gave me an edge that my stupid peasant friends can’t possibly begin to comprehend

i think LABRAT would be a cool name for a female solo artist because it’s like la brat + lab rat it’s both

unfortunately we’re way past that. it’s all about about nuclear war / ai dementia apocalypse these days

i am no longer burning the cigarette at both ends for this stupid fucking company

they banned the female-presenting nipple from tumblr + broke this timeline

attributing personality traits to generations is the phrenology of our age

i had some top tier coping eras + they wouldn’t have been as good if i wasn’t that desperate is how i rationalize it

same i just think men should be outdoors breaking rocks + suffering because that’s their biology

i think they should not be allowed to cum because god said “don’t you dare cum”

yet they can’t seem to be civil about my objective opinions about their use to me

liking men has gotten me to do such stupid things like start watching breaking bad

australian authorities hadcuff me + escort me off rhonda byrne’s estate

“she manifested me,” i am screaming “she subconsciously wanted to be trespassed”

if law attraction was real schizophrenics would have created an epidemic of wall ghouls by now

my mom denies naming me after chelsea clinton despite my giving me the first name chelsea + the middle name clinton

two independantly nice names that roll off the tongue, she claims

i do not know who that person is, she says

once the local crackhead determined i was not after his crack we were able to get married

we’re saying the same thing

at your funeral: “he didn’t get this yellow belt for nothing, despite the post-mortem facial reconstruction you see before you. it gave him an ill-advised sense of purpose, that he loved”

oh ok so you have a pattern of reckless behaviour

a man in a suit is standing in front of a coffin and says `` just get in the coffin . '' ALT: a man in a suit is standing in front of a coffin and says `` just get in the coffin . ''

i don’t believe in natural selection for humans but apparently you do

if it was a Canadian one i hope you have life insurance + a sense of peace

unfortunately i had to go key his car after reading this out of feminism, so he’s gonna feel right mb

men don’t usually say yes to things they don’t want to do out of a sense of obligation like they brain damaged us into having to do. that’s how i knew

we all are due to a little known law about textile mixing hidden in the boringest part. it’s like a kill-switch for our outsourced-manufacturing off-the-rack era

yur skin adapts to become bed-coloured

the gist is that my friend hit «rock bottom» apparently so he freaked out + joined a cult

now he is powerless against his addiction he is saying, so that’s not good