I wonder which Rubini Smith is fucking.
rigor mortis... anyway, that's about it for the day. Just think, I won't be bothering anyone anymore. And, remember the grand days of 2020-COVID? Okay, here's what I remember, everyone worried and then I got a battlefield commission. And I earned it later.
Of late, I have experimented with various typing profiles and it's obviously very easy to control, certainly with, not to mention, not actually being poisoned. Now, as it happens, I don't care for this one, and, here it is. in any event, my point is that I have been considered kinda edgy, well, I am here to tell you that there's a formula that makes a person more likely to argue.
That's what I mean by poison. Argue all the fucking time, and that's what she chose. I hate what she did to us, and SHE FED ME POISON, and I just kept going, why not? So did she. I wanted her to stop quite before, turns out, might be a chamber for stars.
Anyway, she and I never got a fair chance. So did a few others fail to start right. And she was married and a chronic addict when I met her. Maybe? Unknown. I knew she was full of pure D shit when she said she couldn't get something. Oh really, sure.
What she couldn't get were instructions for carrying entheogens. Seems like she couldn't ask. In any event, seems like there has been a lot of whining about chemicals and such. turns out, I don't need to hear that kind of thing. I don't even care that much. I've gone years without. Do I have to? Four months in here. But I really miss (l) and there's basically no point to anything.
Once again, note the general lack of "crazy meth mouth talk?" Well, considering that I'm not being poisoned and I am paying some care, I expect this kind of thing to go well. Master Trollday can bite through me. I don't even like the shit, and look, controllable. You will recall, I looked out of control, too be sure, fuck your space mantis copters all the living long day. It sounds bad to you because you're a fucking pesmissist, word. Also, everything sounds bad to you because it has been a nightmare and things should hopefully be better now that I've addressed matters. For example I'm just not that into you bullshit anymore, I don't need anything in particular, and I decided to get blasted for a day or so can I sleep through the entirety of my birthday, for there is absolutely no charm to it, and I can't stand it anymore. This whole shithshow wants me to die. I don't even know how, and I'm willing to learn to start throwing my own sticks back at myself.
And the taste of the public to condemn whatever is not to my liking. I wish to change their perception, so that I don't have to be deemed a real loser, just because of whatever. For example, when pate starts posing images, hey, guess what? One could also supply something else for the first time in how many years? okay, well, here's another idea, pate: I literally have never done anything to you, and if you're pissed about something, I don't know what it is, but honestly find it quite disturbing. What's your beef? It's like Witcher shit.
Oh. Well, have you tried just cutting my goddam head off with an ax? Because at this point, I don't see options.
I am quite fed up, I am disinclined to start trouble and I'm ready to go shortly. I mean, why not, you do exactly what I do, and you do it first. What's the hold up? Well, let's let pate describe the nature of his bitch baby pink plastic tote case to us while he expresses adoration, meanwhile, I hope that this will suffice for "cutting out this shit", which, as was previously stated, was a mission design goal, and so it is hoped that all so concerned can examine the wavelength lines with relaxation. I don't know why to bother.
Meanwhile if someone could check this post for signs of cozy meth mouth talk binging action, please do. I'm not sure if all this bigotry is getting to you but it is to me. I don't even love that one woman anymore. I can't remember the one somebody liked.
So, do please check, as the purpose of discipline is its own reward. Yes, that can sound annoying, and, here we are. I am high AF.
Hopefully my ass does not make my bigoted best friend's big fat mouth fat. I don't even care anymore. This is
all in fashion.
