"and so we beckoned her back but she wouldn't come and so Thomas and I (that's what your father might be called one day if you don't stop your fucking bullshit) went down to the local whatever it's fucking called and entered through the glass or wood door (I fucking forget okay but so would you if you were a goddamn piece of shit like me) and escaped both the escapism we used to escape you and the essence of pride with which we avoided you like the plague"

"Yes, mmhm, this all seems to check out"

"Oh heavens, thank you officer. anyway like i was saying we raced on down to the local"

the first time you ever hear your parents say "goddamn", or "christ", or "democrat" or "how was school" or "militant atheism is destroying the fabric of fragility and oh i love it" are all incredibly poignant times for a child like you

who the FUCK said anything about a motherfucking critique?

and so "he wanted to call her a fucking whore like she is but it didn't matter because everyone will die one day and keep in mind tomorrow his hands will hit the keyboard over 1600 times because that's what's fun to do but really from your point of view it could all be the same day and that's why personally i don't engage in absinthe consumption or consummation of marriage because that shit is salty like aging demographic losses"

why

it's like suddenly realizing you CAN do spoken word over realistic portrayals of your families dreams they had while sipping corn syrup cough syrup acidic ACID and benzos

whatever the fuck benzos are

fuck off nerds

she ate the whole thing

now see, thing could be mannny different things

like it could be food or poison or even socialistic propaganda from the local communist nuts you think are gobbling down Xanax like the coolest groove ever

or it could be suggestive hint hint i still fucking hate you just fyi lmao not you but her her her lmaoo

there is a holy existence to the fact that we're still fucking alive

there really isn't tho.

and so then it all happened "when did you become so fucking self-aware, you bastard pig?" she said to him

and he barked back like the shoefaced liar he is "i can't shake this feeling but i have a fucking feeling i'm goddamn revolutionary consumer who eats food and embraces the dogma of wearing shoes while biting down on your finger so hard that your brain shuts off and you actually bite all the way through until you eventually break through the skin and bone and then FUCK, you just fucking bit your fucking finger off like a fucking dumbass, what the fuck is wrong with you? that's fucking insane, get some fucking help, who the hell thinks of shit like this?"

"oh, what am i gunna do"

did it ever die?

how do you tell people these things what the actual fuck? literally though. literally who? hahahahaahaahaaha oh wow.

like if i was over there and you were over where i would be all like 'shit'' and you'd be like all like "mountains are a fucking bitch' and then'd id look at you like dude what the fuck and you'd just stare at me and someone in some far off place would be in love but it's okay because one day they'll die and they wont have to be embarrassed anymore

that's all it comes down to

don't you think?

pleasant isn't it

who gives a FUCKING DAMN LMAO ANGST

not really tho

jokes on you friend

fuck off k