people say it’s the ‘best country’ that we’re ‘lucky to live there’ no, it’s not. money doesn’t equal happiness or freedom. and the last thing we have is freedom. we’re in a society based on materialism. sickens me. the government, don’t even get me started. it’s corrupt, to say in the least.
i’m pretty sure that most people without money aren’t happy
once lived a guy whose name was burt. he lived in a log cabin with two dogs and salamanders who liked to eat all of his cookies because they were assholes. they had a jet in the backyard whose name was jerry but he was a meth addict. one day burt was walking down tha street when he saw a blind guy walking his dog. “hey, fuck you” burt said to the blind man. the blind man then took out his dick and beat burt to death with it on tha sidewalk. tis is not a story about tha blind man or his dog. this is a story about his dick. when tha blind guy was a kid he wasn’t blind. he was just a normal kid. when his dick turned 12 billy leard about boners and what u should do with boners. he beat off every day and night. his dick was bleeding. it would really hurt if you beat off so much that your dick bled. then he beat off so much that his dick was really tiny and it sucked. he beat off even more until he was blind. then he turned 13.he was so sad cuz his dick was so small that he got those pills they sell at 7/11. his dick got so big that it led straight up to tha clouds. he climbed that shit. when he got up to tha top he saw a giant. but this giant was sexy and she said that nobody had a dick big enough for her so he beat her to death with it.
in my heart, I know that if he loves me and if we’re meant to be together, then space should mean nothing because we have as long as we want, there isn’t rush or a time limit to anything. if we are supposed to be together, we will be. distance means nothing. going back to school isn’t the end of…
don’t be an old man
