Dear germs,
I am so frigging sick of catching every single one of you that wanders down the pike. You glom onto me like I'm some sort of fucking magnet. Go ahead, you bastards, chalk the mark on my back. I've got the Consumption. I'm going to the Crimea, to eat fresh fruit. Fuck this, and all of you.
Yours sincerely,
Bleah
2 comments:
No idea what you're wittering on about, but consumption and the crimea in the same post are worth a comment. But sadly, that's it.
Oh - I get it now. I was very sleepy when I read it first time. Oops
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