Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Taste. I have no taste.
I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
So go choke on your irony.
I love tattoos and piercings!
good times
