tickrate

I wonder how many things quietly break while taking care of us.

if its a free country why cant i piss on my enemy's door handles

if you write in my guestbook you get gold coins

i really hate my life

im going to hate 4th of july for forever

twitter but worse

i never sleep cuz sleep is the cousin of death

vivre et laisser vivre

swag like ohio

i'm just waiting for my sign to die, at this point

scars

who are you but yourself?

banana pie

the loony bin

it's my birthday NOW!

what does it inquire, white boy

The world you knew no longer exists

espanol de manzana (Apple Spansih)

Music - no, language - becomes a prosthetic limb for expression.