Suck a dick, Mr. Warhol.
I had to replant a piece of one of my creepers today. I chose the soup can out of necessity, as I had thrown out the pickle container earlier. Anyway, I started this post with the intention of telling Art to go fuck itself, and that I am clueless about it, but now I was thinking about how awesome plants are with their photosynthesis and lack of central nervous system, but I won't bore you with the nerd shit.
I saw a homeless guy on the way to the gym tonight and I thought, "There is a person just like me. He is cold, living on the street, alone, begging, and probably feeling like shit." I didn't even rationalize it I just said, "Fuck him." Oh well.
So, go fuck yourself Art and homeless people!
I saw a homeless guy on the way to the gym tonight and I thought, "There is a person just like me. He is cold, living on the street, alone, begging, and probably feeling like shit." I didn't even rationalize it I just said, "Fuck him." Oh well.
So, go fuck yourself Art and homeless people!
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