Went to sell plasma. Place closed down. They probably would have infected me with HIV anyway. Fuckers. It's all guerilla warfare. I jack off all over public computers and leave a load on the keyboards. I like to go back and watch the fuckers typing away, oblivious to my crusty semen all over their hands. Serves them right. It's me vs. YOU. All the time. It never ends. I wipe boogers on $1000 dollar dresses. Get the oils from my fingers in the canvas of 400 year old paintings. Your favorite one. Watch it deteriorate. I do my part. I want to smash David with a hammer. My hero. Delusions of Grandeur. Terrorist. I will work at a place loading furniture onto trucks. My brain will function at 16% Much brain power left for planning. GruntLiftrinserepeat. White Shirt and Mustache does not agree with me.
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frankmask:
Urban revolutionary? Dull winter plumage hides firecracker summer fur? Misdirection is the architect of your uprising?
judas:
you're one of my friends, right? then you're included. don't get greedy, mother fucker.