I am your animal. Wild at heart and kept in your cage. Made of finger nails and calloused hands. Tight around that wild thing. Ensnared. Captured. Cold. Kept. Tamed.

“You’re rather pretentious and self absorbed. More than a little delusional.”

And you still want to fuck me.

I love being alive

(first irl meet up with a discord egirl) I look deeply, sensitively, longingly, into her eyes. You will never be loved, my darling angel.

“I’m worried cold ass white boy… what if we’re wrong?”


Do not fret my dear Stacy, the world wages war on sensitive young souls such as ourselves. We will persevere.

@q Or just an entire bottle of sake and three pints of Sapporo before the club. Kanpaiiiiiii!!!!

My relentless confessions are just pretend.

I hate being alive

(On the phone with my wife) I’m tired of compromising. (Turning to my secretary) Sit. Stay. Good girl.

I hate whores who want CNC without the consequences. Totally ruins my vibe.

Yeah, I could make you cum. All I’d have to do is chase you through the woods.

Why do I feel so ephemeral when I pay for your drinks????

It’s not that I read, or do anything intelligent; I’m retarded.

No.

It’s the simple fact that I cannot suppress That Feel.


“That Feel,”

which turns church pews to slaughter benches.

>This sounds rehearsed.

No. I literally do feel like dying when I experience the infinite moment.

When I look at the girls I love I challenge them to be okay with dying alone. If they can’t take it, or I can’t take it, we will be naive for the evening and kiss like the world is ending.


My nihilistic look didn’t work and despite all the biting of lips, our flesh is left raw.

Smoking military grade extracts on these trustafarian Christian sluts.

If a white boy doesn’t know The Binding of Isaac he can’t claim to be a wigger.

You’re going to use the crosswalk like a fucking goy!?!?

The amount of mid-tier Beckys who have admitted to gooning to themselves after three drinks has convinced me that marriage is not the path for the modern man.

I’m back on here for the foreseeable because I had too many crazies stalking my Twitter. Approaching me in public too.


One instance I can share is I was dancing at a club while on molly and this girl starts shoving me saying she saw my tweets about her. I think I tweeted about her once and had totally forgot the content of the tweet itself.

Anyway, I’ll miss my anime girl posters and goonettes the most.