morning rituals severely disturbed. i cant handle that kind of chaos. my god man just let me have my steaming beverage with words. allow this thing that's been going on for a quarter of my life span to continue without interruption. inside that beastly bastard waits. inside there's a world of green circles and kart wheeling politicians. inside you can call yourself an angel and get away with murder. but when the gateway morphs into a monkey wrench well, the cat just fucks the bag.
