I sleep better when it’s thunderstorming.
It’s like the world has taken on the natural state of my mind.
Or else I’ve let it all out for a night so I can finally sleep in peace.
What the fuck. What thef. Uck. You come on here, you come into my house, you take a shit on my post you shit on garlic bread, you shit on everything I stand for, on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding… .
I would never turn my back on you…
…Mostly because I have a hairy back and I don’t want you to see it.