when it was prevalent no one called it "frutiger aero," little jit.

"yeah that guy is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nuts"
"yes, i am the victim of a Basketball Jones."

blame it on the me that only you can see.

as a note to anyone of whom i do not know, do not bother me, thanks.
delegate any rude comment (i love you) to my comments and i will tell you how much i love you.
no static meant, i just intuitively know if someone is worth knowing

im always interested in looking at steam profiles.
it always seems to be a one way mirror into the mind of one sick little gremlin
in which its two(²) parts-
-salacious internet groomer or groom, likely anime flavored
-mind poisoned child who thinks the world of themselves, memespew partially optional
PLEASE make your steam profile as honest and close to consuming your mind
PLEASE describe yourself with terms you'd never utter in person
and finally PLEASE let me eat your soul.

blah blah menacing statement where no stretch is necessarily needed
you all get the playbook by now, go ♥♥♥♥ yourselves.
there is certainly no love lost between you and i, dear reader.
i will always love you.

i am certainly not forgettable, evidently.
im definitely not interested in a tooth and nail internet fight to the death.
join my cult, FREE BEAR WEBSITE okay? ilu btw

i shouldve never left the mallfuggin ghetto.

and by the way i let my balls hang unprotected when i blast on your mom