back by quasi-popular demand
i was born a wayward son of man. nothing i do is accepted by anyone, not even myself . why would i be like this you ask ? thats what has been troubling my mind the past 36 hours. i can fuck things up so bad and i don't even try. those are my powers. the ability to create unintentional chaos, mayhem and dismay. my words are pure discord . a poinsonus tongue. if i could i would cut it out i would.