It might have sounded like an exaggeration but it wasn't, because it gave me perspective on how soft this new life is compared to florida man working hours.

As in, I hate living in a spft cell.

I need to break some bones.

I’m still healing up from the scrapes from falling of a tree in September, what’s left is just the deepest parts that I cleaned out with the point end of comb when it was getting kinda green don’t worry I used that gay as scrape cleaning thing but I would have preferred rubbing alcohol as that hasn’t failed me in the past

Rubbing alcohol never fails

Yeh

The burn is assurance it’s doing good work

Then again neither does fire.

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Gross.

Unhygeinic

Pain is the great assurance of progress

Ye

It was cleaned

Mostly

That's along the same line of logic as me saying you all need to be drafted.

It is similar

But not as suicidal

Which I keenly remember when I feel no pain and gain weight living with fast-food-engulfing, basic-bitch-loving, white-trash-but-won't-accept-it bullshit.

I would be fine being drafted.

I think getting bumps and bruises and scrapes is a little different than being forced to fight kill be scarred for life or possibly die in the name of corporate interest

Good experience as long as I survive.

I still plan on starting the boogaloo

Starting, he says

I just need to remember the pain I experienced the last time, it's like a far off dream now.

@Exquisite Corpse I mean it spooky

Now a booglaloo isn’t corporate interest and is thus negotiable

I have nothing to lose

And everything to gain

How about

Comforts a spook

My life is a meme

Get a security job

Literally nonexistent standards

Become guard to Rothschilds and kill them all?

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I don’t think you even need to be legally alive to be a mall cop

No one gives a shit about mall cops

Nwerd thats a wet dream for another night

Nigga just get a job

And their lives are kind of a joke