my wizinizin put soap in my ezin & i tore a small chunk of dermis out of my lower left hand...
pretty bloody. oddly, i didn't realize what i had done until i tried to wash my ass & couldn't figure out why my goddamn had was stinging so shittily. i'm hungry as shit, as if shit were ever hungry.
imagine if shit could express itself in such a way as to communicate with its shitter. how would that work out? imagine having the runs & the shit starts talking...shit...
anyway, my gut is in want of some sustenance. peace out grufftis...
make like i don't like making up words just because i fucking can...
PEACE
...be calm...
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