I just realised that. I was pissing my morning away thinking about life and choices and whether it’s possible to survive on bread alone. I think it is. I have a jiggly belly to prove it. Ugh, I gotta assemble my POS cycle.
Anywho, I thought that getting older, because of the desire to leave a legacy and other things --biological instinct, gives one an uncontrollable desire to want a child but no. Not really. Fvck legacies and fvck ki… no that sounds wrong. The point is: if you lift your kid up to make an order at Katch Fries, and it takes too fvcking long, I’ll be the hot head behind you firing off. Bitch, I am not going to set up a tent because your kid can’t say ‘sausage’.
If I ever get the urge to multiply I hope a well-intentioned human punches me in the liver. Jesus didn’t have a kid and he was fine!
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