Oh internets you silly fucking whore! I’m always torn, offended by your dumb honking selfishness but thrilled with your sublime wisdom and fabulous tits. Why can’t I quit you? Why do you speak ceaselessly of television shows and artisan food stuffs and then conduct symphonic tonal odes to the beautiful awful truth. How does your shallow depth always exceed my grasp?
You’re like an old suitcase full of priceless jewels and secondhand sextoys, afloat in a Olympic pool of spaghetti-os. I know I’ll never reach you or just what the hell I would do with you even if I did, but yet here I am combing my mustache on the high dive, knowing full well that I’ll drown a horrible and ridiculous death, but alas I’m a dreamer. Lets make a fun splash splat crash. Lets fill our hands with ass and die singing.

Oh internets you silly fucking whore! I’m always torn, offended by your dumb honking selfishness but thrilled with your sublime wisdom and fabulous tits. Why can’t I quit you? Why do you speak ceaselessly of television shows and artisan food stuffs and then conduct symphonic tonal odes to the beautiful awful truth. How does your shallow depth always exceed my grasp?

You’re like an old suitcase full of priceless jewels and secondhand sextoys, afloat in a Olympic pool of spaghetti-os. I know I’ll never reach you or just what the hell I would do with you even if I did, but yet here I am combing my mustache on the high dive, knowing full well that I’ll drown a horrible and ridiculous death, but alas I’m a dreamer. Lets make a fun splash splat crash. Lets fill our hands with ass and die singing.

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