Slit My Wrists
December 14, 2011 § 55 Comments
Not one fucking twinkle even. What’s that about, Plankton of Plankton?
Danger at this rate I will finally run out of things to say and have to shut the fuck up at last. Possibly a great relief to many.
No breath left.
SMW. If only metaphorically-speaking. I couldn’t really, because of all my goddamn blessings, obviously, that I live to count each day.