Change this, don’t add that, remove that Oxford comma, you problematic bitch.
What if you just were. No refiners fires. No posh pricks with a hunger for smooth pain.
Have sword, will die.
Be important enough to be hated, be utterly unavoidable, my elephants got a fat arse, “how does he make you feel?” ’Orrible.
Hey, you can’t have folds, smooth it, SMOOTH IT YOU FUCK.
Just being. Just vibrating. Just hanging out. Just very important how dare you. Just how dare you. Just walk in to the sea. Just don’t you dare. Just be cool like me.
Smooth it. We’re all juicy little kumquats in a blender.