A hoy and dander from the fields of another further land.
Boy yer head does grow when you let open the doors and let the wind chimes echo.
Sure is empty in there....
Either ways was drearily dreaming my day along with these words dangling amid the faint memories of a man grinding his junk into my ear drums (whilst getting raped outside).
Well without further ado, since i thought it was for all for one and not for you. Here's a manifesto that's sure to bomb:
CHAOS: THE BROADSHEETS OF ONTOLOGICAL A-word-ISm
howdy bitter bias
see o blessed see
be how blessed be
and don't forget kids
to finger fuck yer mommi
before + after breakfast