tell that fucking hamster to shut up.
it's better this way.
isn't it.
don't you love it when you can't have any more gravy?
don't you hate it?
don't you wish you were a pirate?
on a ship, flying aimlessly toward the sun, hoping for the best but expecting the worse? don't you want that for yourself?
of course you do because you're a filter.
filter of love.
lust.
sensual cookies and then some make me hungry for more macaroni.
heeeey, macarena.
puto