Interweb peeps! Twitter tenders! Facebook munchers! And this could be good for carpet muncher transgender transexual or whatever who roam this fucking toilet earth!

Here i lay in front of you dissecting myself, être moi même sans filets.
So hard to be yourself theses days. Être soi-même=pas toujours bienêtre.

I really feel out of this world, as i remember my dream at 5 years old, wanting sexual intercourse with my
kindergarten teacher… Where that shit came from? this fucking good society! this dream could not happened, i wanted to know that?

No not really, something feed me, something engender that!

Vouloir son prof de maternelle dans un rêve nu, la désiré l’enchanteresse!
Comprendre, savourer? À 5 ans dur métier!

All This world is, is a burning pile of flesh, crawling under what it does’nt understand.

Comme vous i’m the worm who seek water and then die drowning.
There no goals here, juste libérer la vie pour qu’elle ait voir ailleurs si vous y êtes!

Are you there? Y êtes-vous?