read this while picking a booger off a gas station bathroom mirror
u wrote all that like a girl who just discovered she can spell "delusion" n thinks it's a personality trait. godot's the itch u can't scratch.
A blank stare, chomping on Juicy Fruit while peeling off a soggy Gaspar Noé poster from a grimy wall. Honey, our matrix ain't the 480p shit, and our girlcocks ain't the clearance bin at the canal street erotica mart either. It's dead baby. Dead. Because I've seen our server hosts go down with Ratajkowski thirst traps playing on a loop …