Their assholes are pinched so fucking tight that should they implode into themselves they would create black holes and swallow up their entire families, neighbors, mansions, BMW's, country clubs, golf clubs, summer homes, winter homes and, most sacred of all, their egomanical false assumptions about their own importance. It's funny. I have comletely forgotten the name of the lower's identity. Now that's sweet.
Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing. Below zero.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
The Kindred Countenance of the Whitewing, Rich and Still Pissed Off
Their assholes are pinched so fucking tight that should they implode into themselves they would create black holes and swallow up their entire families, neighbors, mansions, BMW's, country clubs, golf clubs, summer homes, winter homes and, most sacred of all, their egomanical false assumptions about their own importance. It's funny. I have comletely forgotten the name of the lower's identity. Now that's sweet.


