nicotine

I cant get a fucking job.

I want to move out. I want to live with Sega. I want to get drunk and psychotic and piss up the walls and torture pompous male fuck-buddies. I want to be picking excess food out of my bellybutton from eating and wasting away on my own(soiled)sofa with the dry nasty stench of unwashed clothes wofting through the air and second-hand stale smokage. Weekends will be made of a gianormous vodka clouds pissing down on our pink-stupidfied minds along with late-night wank-a-thons through the plywood walls separating mine and Sega's polluted bedrooms... waking up on a monday morning... eating some minge for breakfast... biting finger nails with skin like dry oatmeal and body tremours ready to graft for our life-pennys...

Hmm ok maybe life wont be that beastly...



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