I don’t like this.
You’re making me suspicious.
And, and I feel stupid, for even wanting any of this.
But I’m still here.
So, you know, whatever. Let’s all just deal.
INTELLECTUAL BADASS.
19, the link above takes you to facts that are not actually fun, and I spend too much money and too much time on worthless endeavours. I love a lot of things and I hate getting my hopes up and I'm fairly stuck up and gentle and lovely and horrible and basically shut up and talk to me. Oh, and it seems I also play guitar in a half arsed ska/punk/let's drink all the time band. Or, something along those lines.
one of gods own prototypes. a high powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. too weird to live, too rare to die.
lobster theme by parti.