Brazen

In the face of procrastinated piling homework and strained friendships, my foul disposition is just exacerbating the whole affair. In an ostensibly kinder gesture than usual, I am actually actively trying to briddle my anger in school and out. The spontaneous sensation of combusting in a splendid display of pyrotechincs is apparently very felictiously titillated to make its burgeoning presence felt with the most unfortunate of sods, whom for any reasons, have the shocking inability or incapacity to take any form of hints that I simply need them to sod' off (which is what they were born to do). They, against the logic of any mind, elatedly continue to take me on one of their senseless joy-rides with an ignorant glee, towards and over the precipice. I just get the painful need streaming through me to stab them in the gut; somehow accompanied by a very odd quaver just about to force my fingers into a singular and taboo shape of a phallus, then finally garnished with a gratifying paroxysm of invectives... While on the other hand;

I find myself momentarily impecunious --
My posterior is selling at 15 Singapore dollars per squeeze. Come get it.

cuRRent...jer
Any other buisness propositions are desperately welcomed and subject to mutual negotiation.


  ¶ 1:13 pm