"You're name is of no importance to me anymore.
This is how I perceive you and your kin; blood, tissues, tubes and fat.
A most simplistic schematic, grotesquely heightened by desires and wires.
Like butter scraped over too much bread, your lifeline is growing thinner."
My name is Hunter Ditzhazy. I plan on going to college for emotional and behavioral psychology, getting a PhD, and opening my own firm out West. Ironically, humanity is disgusting. I will resent your vile existence. We are a fallen people and no one can be saved. I think scabs and vomit is cute. I also collect sweaters. I have no parents and claim independent on forms. I post my social security number in chat rooms. I'm fat so I diet now and go to the YMCA regularly because I want a nice body by college. There is something wrong with me mentally. If you'd like to know more ask me. :*
"You're name is of no importance to me anymore.
This is how I perceive you and your kin; blood, tissues, tubes and fat.
A most simplistic schematic, grotesquely heightened by desires and wires.
Like butter scraped over too much bread, your life...