don't let my show convince you, that i've been happy since you
I've been eating too late and it's giving me seriously fucked up dreams. Fucking enchanted forests and shit. Murderous elves and murderous daisies with little arms and legs and murderous flying suits of armor and dancing chinese prostitutes and Harry Potter and John Whitney and Jonathon Stillman and extensive weapon/lawn care implement collections and that little egg-shaped kid from "The Triplets of Bellevillle" and I have not been in contact with a penis in so damn long and the world's most horrible doll certainly does not count.