Maybe. Maybe I don’t give a fuck and this was an abomination that has released feelings the likes of which this world had hoped would not rear back until past the time of my demise. I don’t know though since I'm so fucking simple. I guess I should go get some French fried tatters and some fucking biscuits and mustard. Maybe I should use the butter knife to stab a few hundred people and make sure its got the eggs of the Pitney funnel web on it….
Or I should just write this and go back to work. Call it a day in hell, and just make sure I keeps it real and prove my point. Yes perhaps not talking about it and just making action a reality will sustain a healthy outcome…..no tumors or MJ Fox moments ever came from doing that right?
Probably not. This isn’t sesame street, but fuck it you'll call it elm street before I'm done here…and I ain't got no Mr Rogers sweater but knives for hands sure sounds like a self pleasure porno to me right about now….