J’te jure qu’elle est malade; la maladie. J’te jure, elle est malade.
Or, the know-how and when to draw the line aka enough is enough.
The evil version of the ecosystem.
Stranger; “Are you vegetarian.”
Stranger; “Are you vegan.”
If you don’t do it for yourself, do it for your killer—nobody wants to deal with a fat dead body.
Research how much 5 pounds look like. Yesh!
They keep talking about a tree,
Cornered away and shunned this way,
If they only knew the whole story,
They would scream in disappointment;
“How it was never about an adultry.”
Let alone the mixture of burnt tires, vomit and cheese and already her nose couldn’t stop gagging.
Ever thought about what to use for all of you sensitives who sleep & dream about the ultimate all purpose cleaner; what about baking soda, warm water, and manual scrub. What about going crazy and dash it with essential oils, lemon juice, natural soap, white vinegar, and/or what is left of your dignity.
“Being fat is a sign of money,” well then how come your body likes to act out as though it is on life support making reserve for the next season.
Only needed the right size straw for these big lips. Warning; may lead to water poisoning and death.
Going vegan feels like a loss of everything just like the feeling of a post breakup; a post breakup with sociopaths.