Feeling as though I was somewhere in between lingering on the brink of death this morning and it felt good, bro' nun.

Thought I could actually go home for once or whatever...

So if I continue my daily habitual activities, well perhaps maybe I'll get there one day.

Because when I die, so does every- body and thing on earth including earth herself, Quenton.

Doesn't it gist seam kinda ironic, insecure and ugly every waste of space piece of shit human being truly is compared to me?

For peep^ who wanna "be like myself"...

So if I'm the only decent source of "good news", it doesn't really say much about the rest of yis.

Although I do gotta hand it to yah and give yowel some- sort of due credit, babes. Yer especially good at two specific things: 1. Spreading yor legs. And 2. Spreading.

Does everybody and thing feel tha need to match anything thch'ch'fur crawled or existed to the color of this webpage?

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