It's funny how things tend to fuck up when you decide to do something productive. Of course by funny, I mean heart wrenching hatred that gobbles up your internal organs and sets your chest on fire.
When you want to study, for example, countless shit will inevitably happen. Your brain turns to mush, your bed gains an unseemly comfortability, your laundry starts to seem like it's the by product of a million chemical reactions, there will be blackouts, you suddenly lose all the important notes, your eyes have lead weights attached to them, you run out of cigarettes, Audrey Hepburn starts talking dirty to you, your friends suddenly have a million and a half problems and only you can solve them, your laptop decides that it's that time of the month and wants to have virgins sacrificed to it, your ass feels as if a demon trapped for a thousand years needs to get out.............................
And all that shit. Everything suddenly has a red flag above its head and your books seem likeblood stained tampons cum-stained panties Satan ate too much chillies and had an accident on top of them. Every single fucking time.
Will you give up then? Like a Beta basement-dweller that suddenly realises that anime characters aren't real? Or will you alpha the fuck up and grab Lady Medicine from behind and penetrate her till your shit stained dick tear through her throat?! The choice is fucking yours you diddling faggot!
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| Close enough. |
And all that shit. Everything suddenly has a red flag above its head and your books seem like
Will you give up then? Like a Beta basement-dweller that suddenly realises that anime characters aren't real? Or will you alpha the fuck up and grab Lady Medicine from behind and penetrate her till your shit stained dick tear through her throat?! The choice is fucking yours you diddling faggot!
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| Apparently, this is a diddling faggot. By CinderellaPop on DeviantArt. |
Here's what I'm gonna do, you fucking cum-guzzling screamer. I'm gonna post songs motherfucker! Songs! Songs! Songs!
No song unheard motherfucker! We're gonna pump this post so full of fucking resolve that Courage Wolf would get a bleeding orgasm just at the sight of this.
Experience the warmth before you grow old you cunt. The only way you're going to ever achieve that is by getting your diseased ass up and working for it.
Kickstart, rev it up, make the fucking earth shake and tremble at the sight of thine resolve. Smash them bastards to tiny little glass pieces, eat the fucking shards and shit out a perfect sculpture.
This song... Has the instant ability to grant +100 courage, +25 dexterity and +infinite awesomeness.
... 73 slides of CT scans... I... I shall not falter... Aea Earendil, Elanion Ancalima!
You and me Medicine, you and me... Also, best fucking movie, best fucking soundtrack, best fucking fucking. It's hard to understand, to be honest I'm not even sure I got the whole story right after about twenty times watching it. Still, they don't make films like this any more. Sigh. Good times...
Yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but if you don't think she's cute as a little fucking puppy.... Your eyes know not what beauty is.
Fuck you CT scans. Fuck you cholangiography. Fuck you radiology.
Finally. Done. Fuck you Radiology.
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