"Don't ye whisk spider's web off in yr house. You don't wanna have those rings-around-the-rosy all over your body, do you?
Spider's web catches the breathe of plague.


The image in my left eye goes all blury and doubled from time to time. I think I'm tired, ahaha.

I was all pumped during the day. I hate it when all my buoyancy flushes down the stinky toilet 'cause of my idleness. Ah, fuck it." —


I used to sound weird and funny. How very delusional and irritating, ahaha.