I have been having genuine fantasies about a massive bomb going off right there and then on live television every time I hear that fucking cockroach squeal.
It’s become like, I can’t help it. I see it, hear it, smell the flesh and gunpowder, like KABLAAAAAAM.
I have been having genuine fantasies about a massive bomb going off right there and then on live television every time I hear that fucking cockroach squeal.
It’s become like, I can’t help it. I see it, hear it, smell the flesh and gunpowder, like KABLAAAAAAM.
It’s what keeps me alive- hope. Pure, sheer hope.