(February 5, 2018 at 7:58 pm)J a c k Wrote: I’ll give it what it wants, what it really really wants! I’ll give it what it wants, what it really really wants! It wanna.. it wanna... it wanna...
As an atheist (take notes), my world view is sad and void. I believe in eating bebitos. (Write this down) I’m mad at the god, which is why I pretend to be skeptical. My values? None. Since there is no hell, I’m free to kill all I want! Because, that’s what everyone naturally wants to do, and they just don’t do it, because of their god.
My favorite color is black, like my soul. My hair is black, my clothing is black, my men have all been black. My car is also black, but it has a few white scratches. Does that mean something? I’d like to say my coffee is also black and strong like my soul and them men... but it’s sweet and creamy, like my women.
I’m also on drugs and worship Satan.
I'm finding it increasingly difficult to decipher your mind. This is so cryptic.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
