Sobriety just ain't my cup of tea my heart is set god or church never did nothing for me you can catch me Sunday holding heat exiting the liquor store with a 40 of old e
Hey
@infinity is just my best friend in the whole world and nothing more. No gay shit. Don't you ever say that again or else I will slit your fucking throat.
The simple thought of watching you bleed like a dog fills me with pure pleasure. I can almost visualise your weak, limp body lying on the floor moving slower and slower as all hope drains and you stop trying to struggle; all energy being used to gasp for air as you choke on your own blood whilst bleeding out of that gaping gash in your neck. Yet in your mind you realise that the damage is irreparable and there is now no way to avoid death as it creeps up on you. As you run out of energy (and air), all life drains from your body and you finally go completely limp, before rigormortis quickly sets in and immortalises the pain and suffering still somehow visible on your lifeless corpse.
I would kill for
@infinity . I would die for
@infinity . I fail to see how any part of that is gay.
I don't even wanna get out of bed and shit because of the overwhelming feeling of dread and sadness that clouds my entire being and keeps me from being the person I think I should be and shit.
You can't copy that Grim it comes naturally to Butcher he's like an artist when it comes to that and we appreciate him for it even if it gets a bit redundant at times.
I've been doing hella jumping exercises and trying to dunk every day after a friend bet me I couldn't haha. I've went from like a quarter of the way up the net to barely touching rim