“Live fast, die young.”
“But I’m pretty,” says the soon-to-be a walking zombie.
You know it is really bad when a bad person trashes another bad person as worse.
When it comes the time that your hostess, or host serves you race graded human food for dinner you be polite, you eat it and you shut the fuck up; it was slaughtered in the most humanely possible way that is known to humankind.
Stranger; “Don’t you wanna have a drink.”
Me; “Two sobers, please.”
Going vegan feels like a loss of everything just like the feeling of a post breakup; a post breakup with sociopaths.
Stranger; “Don’t you wanna have a child.”
Me; “Look at this heart, it is so big that I would rather let it explode.”