What’s the goal here, and why should there be one anyway? And exactly what am I trying to say? All piss and cum and underpaid.
Goodness gracious, I get so tired of hearing myself that I lose patience. All this lying and fucking and building a mountain out of shit, and it’s not even near done yet. Mail my things because I quit. I’m done sitting through your crying fits.
Oh brother, please spare them another lesson on euphoria, we’ve heard it all before and it’s such a bore. Don’t come back if you go out that door. You talk to me like I’m a dollar store whore, but you still pick me up off the floor. That’s how you get people to stay, wanting more.