I was quite sure I didn't care about any of the people inside my body, I'd already labeled her adderall mother and I didn't care that Louisana took it's town back from Fairfield, CT or that I was banished from this place. I could blame Gunnar's death but all in all it was the same thing, I took the F.B.I. deal from the church and continued the same shit Glenn Mcpherson was in my body but the only thing I cared about was the medication, I had to vote all down the line republican but decided to make the character real since it would lead to cocaine chaz, nobody would believe that shit from the middle of the country but they'd believe it from new york city young republican. I was still new york city young republican; I was from cinema city, the mayor fucked that shit up and I killed all the portals. He taught me to smoke but sadly did not know how to switch film school to adderall city rig school.
It's like being pete but he must of fucking planned that, also I found the "soul" or christie cummings believed I loved her because of the fucking novels I wrote when I was a little kid but I kept saying there was no fucking way that she was this stupid as a soul, that the world would end and she'd believe I loved her like a child. It was Adore, she was my toy whore in this thing with 12 lives and a 2.5
I didn't really care if she died but I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about I never saw my own kid Chamelon project or the internet that HBO created for me (or i'm trapped in it and people see from an HBO editor, probably from Six Feet Under)
I couldn't figure out how the beaureu or whatever or whoever I was talking to couldn't figure out I was just a kid who needed adderall. Thank fuck for viktor greene, their in an echo effect maybe pete calls it the flat screen I don't think that's true, fuck was this guy really an alien?
Stigmata needs club and pussy and does not care how new york ended.
-Little Nemo
(Darla Burtnik's friend)
It's like being pete but he must of fucking planned that, also I found the "soul" or christie cummings believed I loved her because of the fucking novels I wrote when I was a little kid but I kept saying there was no fucking way that she was this stupid as a soul, that the world would end and she'd believe I loved her like a child. It was Adore, she was my toy whore in this thing with 12 lives and a 2.5
I didn't really care if she died but I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about I never saw my own kid Chamelon project or the internet that HBO created for me (or i'm trapped in it and people see from an HBO editor, probably from Six Feet Under)
I couldn't figure out how the beaureu or whatever or whoever I was talking to couldn't figure out I was just a kid who needed adderall. Thank fuck for viktor greene, their in an echo effect maybe pete calls it the flat screen I don't think that's true, fuck was this guy really an alien?
Stigmata needs club and pussy and does not care how new york ended.
-Little Nemo
(Darla Burtnik's friend)
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