I am just another robotic pen in a weed and wine dealer collection the little models keep their piggy banks only to crush them into a million pieces when they die, I'm too old to be hurt falling for anyone who appears out of my league anymore, I realize the only reason my character hasn't been killed off is that I haven't written a will yet. I remember when I wrote out the lyrics to King Nothing by Metallica in calligraphy in high school. I remember my parents getting in trouble for drugs and being forced to like gay rights. I remember playing Smear the queer a few too many times, every gathering feels like everyone is just warming up for another game of hacky sack. I am a psychiatrist's pet project and the medical healthcare industry is a joke I had IPAs and India Garden and doctors' orders to not harm are the only things keeping me alive. I am a bug eating on Grub Hub I work as a dishwasher come home waste the milk and the cycle repeats. There is a lot to be thankful I am an extremely spoiled dog but I will never be a human. My bosses and landlords are nice to me the food is good and the scenery is breathtaking. I really don't like winter and I feel like every moment is someone using me to help someone else and I never get to a point of having anything that is personal to me or actually means to me anything everyone my age is taking care of kids and doesn't have the time for me. I can't date anyone who is depressed enough to date me. It's the end of the world and we were setting of fireworks preying for my funeral.
What do Engineers use as birth control... Our personalities
Country Love and Lorena Bobbitt planned things the way they planned them there is no point in dating anyone unless you are going to have a planned parenthood and some bastard's parents didn't deserve grandkids I suppose.
Thank you corporate. Sincerely, just another pet snake