My social butterfly knife dislikes your sunny disposition. Screaming, 'YOU AIN'T KNOW LIFE SUCKS?!', getting bludgeoned in the kitchen with an oven mitt, some dishes and a mug my kid drew pictures on. I'm humming shit. I'm riffing songs. Buzzing. Grin. I'm getting calm with each thrust that hits this bitch's jaw. Say, 'Fuck it', quit, and let her fall.
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