weird days being a human. actual real life things exist and go on all day. regular shit happens. this and that and the other thing. people places and things are in regular order, then they’re not. it all ends up just being like everything else. some stuff works and a lot of stuff doesn’t. fuckin pretend to know how to deal with any of it, and you’re a liar.
mother earth, acres of nature featuring freaks of creation.
waiter: hi what would you like to drink?
me: coke please
waiter: sorry we only have meth is that fine?