cruddity fascimile. yet another fucking out of this world question that i'm forced to thin about when something isn't going right. that fucking distortion of myself in the mirror when it's dark out and it's like your fucvking mouth is gaping open wider than it's ever supposed to be.

questioning to be the way that dogs work. their brains are mysteries dto us but we know that they probBLY DREAM. about what? like bones and stuyff. an underlying psychosis that was in my head this entire time and 'm only now seeing it. tehre's no going back now! welcomne to the res

"is that the life you want?" "no" "well that's the life yr=ou're gonna get"