you really can’t even make this shit up anymore

the earth laughs beneath my heavy feet at the blasphemy in my old jangly walk steeple guide me to my heart and home the sun is out and up and down again

your sting red full stops my skin dotted scratch scratch now i’m bleeding legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings

my goodness my guinness

dale my pig i miss him

my daddy was a bank robber but he never hurt nobody he just loved to live that way and he loved to steal your money

sooo how about that external revenue service

im just really glad that michael obamas podcast is a giant steaming pile of failure

i really love wendy

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HEY ALGORITHM YOU SUCK

i'm A ok

povidone-iodine > self tanner

i wish gork loved me

bow before me peasant horse jk he was hungry

anybody heard from this guy

my whole timeline