I’m in a headspace.
I have a weird soup coursing through my veins. Ingredients: Caffeine; Kill Your Boyfriend; “I Wanna Be Your Dog”; Hammett’s hardon, hard-boiled Continental Op.
I want to tear the roof off the world and fuck God while he sleeps.
If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.
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