Hair knots in my beard, and no amount of surgical precision can get them untied

“It’s me, the doctor son, we’re calling about your beard, I’m sorry… we tried,”

American healthcare is a sham.

Groot is dead

Ticking the odd boxes in multiple choice questions because I can’t even!

Getit?

the docs filled their theivering pockets with money and spent them on their furry fetishes.


I sometimes write shit like that to clean my metaphoric pipes. Like, it helps me to write the real shit. It’s like warmup for my muse. He chucks the papers and files in my brain and makes room for new stuff. This is his racket. Enjoy the mayhem.

 

 

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