- Little bit crazy
- Having a wife and keeping her locked in the attic and not telling me about it because you’re a lying asshole
Yes, I love fall obsessively, and yes, I’m a white lady. Go f**k yourself.
I don’t want my life to be a series of “I shouldn’t have eaten that.”
If it tasted good, if I enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.
I’m not a slave to food.
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.