i dont even want
none of the above.
leaving delaware for good.
forewarning.
When your spirit is floating down that tunnel, towards the light
You know what’s behind the light?
It’s not God, it’s me!
And I’m gonna kick your poncey soul
All the way back down the tunnel ‘till you choke on your own fucked up ribs!
Now…
Wake the fuck up
LETS GO STREAKING IN THE STORM AND HAVE SEX ON THE STREETS
