In my suburban backyard, rolling around naked with all this lush indecision. I sometimes worry that there are bigfoots. And the bigfoots are so advanced as a technological culture that they created my entire reality just to fuck with me. In fact they are probably reading this right now.
You are aren’t you? You think you got me fucking pegged right? You think I’m just a dumb human like all the rest don’t you! Well… I’m not. In fact I really don’t give a fuck what you think about me, just let me have my reality back, will ya? Ever since you broke my mind, everything I think of becomes a bigfoot. And I guess I’m finding it difficult to masturbate. And that always brought me a lot of joy or at least took my mind of thinking about alien robot bigfoots.
P.S. Thanks for the flowers, they’re nice.
P.S.S Great, now they’re bigfoots too. Thanks asshole.
