I need to get inspired. I need to get laid. I left my home. My family…everything now. I stand kinda alone but its not like all emo and fagula or some shit. Shit happens. That’s something you say when you know you fucked up or someone you don’t want to put on blast fucked up. SO its just shit happens. Well ya know. It does…and FUCK it. Fuck the shit. This is my time to talk it up and let ya know it….and smell it…since the shits thicker in here than my dick in a super penis pump after I drank three redbulls and had a shot of Sorroc.
So you may say I'm scarred for life...or there some kind of fucking metal disease upon me. Some malaise...some shit so virulent its just ruined me. Then you might want to go to bed with me...i mean I'm cool, Ill usually sleep over....Just saying. Wait....what if the wrong person reads this? Aren't you already reading this?
Your Saint as seen during last call.